Atop the mountain,
Your hair blows in the wind.
Your smile is wide and full of teeth,
Unabashed joy radiating off your skin,
And I cannot fathom what I did to deserve you.
Where love goes,
You are bound to be;
Relentless romance and quoting Shakespeare,
Giggling while tipsy off red wine,
Red lipstick smudged on my white T shirt.
You're always here;
Not always a physical presence,
But warm and heavy nonetheless.
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Does the Rain Ever Stop?: Poems and Musings
PoetryHello Reader, This is my collection of poems and thoughts that I have compiled over the last few years. I have been writing for many years and my number one hope is that someone reads my poems and feels seen. Says "oh that's me". We all live in this...
