I chase her
As the moon pursues the sun -
So close, yet so far.
Her laugh is her beauty:
Time may change her body,
But she is forever young,
Forever splendid -
Always playful, longing
To please,
Eager to
Love.
She does both for me,
And how wonderfully
Those jasper eyes gleam -
I hold
Them in my gaze,
And laugh in a way
That I thought I'd left
Alongside my childhood
When she tells me
She'll hide;
When she tells me
I'll seek.
Always, I oblige,
Although
I've already found what
I'm looking for -
She's stood before me,
Always splendid,
Forever playful,
Eager to please and
Longing
For love, but knowing
That she will long no more
Once I have finished counting to ten.
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Refraction.
PoetrySo many aspects, colours and themes make up our experiences. Truly, is anything entirely good or entirely bad? Upon weighing up the positives and negatives of the past, do we not admit that even tragedy is- in a twisted sort of way- advantageous? O...
