Love.
A love that's given by fate for a certain person,
could also be a cloud in the sky that could fade away in a matter of seconds.
From your friends you'd still be fooled,
especially if your heart is made of wool.
My love for you stays true,
even if you hold my hand that's a bright hue,
at times that trouble overcomes our mind,
you're the one that I'll still love even at the end of time.
Every time, even if you don't observe my stare,
throughout our time spent together, you're still in my mind that flares.
My love for you is waiting for the time you'll confront me,
yet I'm still a wave in the ocean of your heart that's guarded by a bee.
Your observation for my love doesn't matter,
I'll still admire your figure that's like art. Did I stutter?
My heart is on a journey to find the light to guide yours,
although in the middle of the dark night, the hope is unfortunately mirrored.
- sincerely yours, Mary.
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The Moon Blooms
Poetry"Remember, poetry is written to share ideas, express feelings, and create imagery through figurative words that have a meaning within the poem." - midnight_bloomers / Mary ------------------ •⤙• I have multiple muses for my art and literature. I lik...
