I hope she remembers the pathway where we met,
Two strangers, eye to eye, far yet oddly close
Running through the 'embers' and watching the days reset,
I thought it could never happen but only time ever knows
A light had suddenly switched on in my gloomy world of black,
Purple yet subtle, it seemed to have a knack-
For lighting up the parts where there was nothing but lack-
And making straight the paths that had gone too far off track
Yet
Dad had told me one day that sometimes lights burns out,
When there's no source or power from the channel which it rose,
I had asked him why the source would die when it could all but sprout-
And he told me that all things have an end, from love to highs and lows.
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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...
