The court keeps silent.
Watching, waiting.
Wanting me to make a move.
Expecting the lipstick smears on my face to disappear.
What does it matter?
Who I love is none of their business.
If Lucy looked pretty with her golden dusted eyes,
If she made me melt under her strawberry tinted cheeks,
Who am I to question what comes naturally to me?
Even if a hundred stars were to fall tonight,
I would still cling tightly to peach smeared lips,
A bronzed face and light frame, hugging me close.
Corkscrew curls, the antithesis to my pin straight hair.
I love this girl—this woman with all my heart.
She is the twinkle in my eyes,
The bells in my laughter.
I love her smile, like strawberries and cream.
Her kisses, tasting of citrus fruits and sweet tea.
Lucy is my world, my treasure behind the X.
This is not lust.
More than a dalliance.
This love is pure and crystal cut.
Lucy, if ever you leave me,
Know that I will always be here for you.
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To Live Is to Love
RomanceLove is an endless cycle of searching, surrender and trust. It has become the blood in our veins, the breath in our lungs, indeed the very life in our bodies. We simply cannot live without it. A collection of poems and stories that involve someone l...
