It rains within me like soothing warm water,
The thoughts stored away of her—
And how she put my pain to slaughter!
All those evenings and all those hugs
And I still wonder ‘how beautiful art thou?’
Purple skies, purple smiles, purple jugs
And a timid blue comes along and the masterpiece is complete to the brow
My other half is lovely and fair
Like the daisies that dance in the fields with flair
We could be silent yet still be talking,
We may be apart yet still be walking
And as she reads this she cracks a smile,
Well oh my dear I don't mean to be tactile
But you've been in my thoughts on every waking—
And in dreams when I lay my head
Yet as time runs on and seasons pass in thrills,
I'll speak of her beauty to the world and at the top of the hills.
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A 100 For My Better Half
Poetry"Summer and warmth spilled from her eyes, Breaking my shell like metal on ice, I tried to ignore, yet I couldn't excise- The love in me that she enticed". Praise Frank This is an anthology to and for one who unconsciously opened a gate which was shu...
