My past might ruin her,
I won't anymore be her monsieur.
For when she knows what I have done,
she'll be humiliated to bare my son
So I have to do the opposite than planned,
not ask for her hand
But protect her by leaving,
she might not mind,
but I'll be grieving,
cursing my past that has been anything other than kind.
So now I salute myself,
from the love of my life.
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Reaching For The Universe
Poetry#36 in thought ~ 15.4.19 Sometimes when I take long night walks and the stars shine upon me, illuminating my whole being, I put into words my thoughts. My hands being the brush and my heart being the paint, I carefully stroke my words onto the pavem...
