The colorful lights,
Illuminate the room,
And voices echo,
Off the walls,
And then,
I listen,
Just to her,
And I am stunned,
By the voice that passes,
Through her lips.
The voice,
That I had somehow missed,
And so later,
When we're all alone,
I ask her about that voice,
And she tells me a story,
Of how she came upon,
The voice she kept hidden.
She didn't want it out,
And then I ask her,
To let me listen,
And I hear her sweet laugh,
And that gorgeous voice,
Before I fall,
Into a sweet oblivion,
That is her features,
Her heat,
Her heart,
Her soul,
And we hide away,
In a room that is black,
And soundless,
Except,
For the ringing of numbers,
That will soon reach zero,
In which,
We will start,
A new chapter,
In each others arms,
Alone and performing,
The one,
Last,
Pure act,
Of love.
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A Poet's Love Story: A Poet's Collection
PoesíaLife, Does not wait, For you. It stirs your emotions, And reforms them, Into wings of flight, And it tests, Weather or not, You will open the cage, And allow yourself, To give up, Or if you will keep the wings calm, And continue to live, And underst...
