June 12, 2019
Marie and l are perfect for us both
Our understanding, tied, we're bound for Life
Together, in the dark, do we find hope
Cut us apart, can not the sharpest knife
The Sun gives spotlight on her face, pretty
She is still shining when the Sun falls down
Her body's surely God's own masterpiece
Her starry eyes; her moonbeam smile; grass gown
I laugh with joy at every joke she makes
And she then laughs at every joke of mine
She empathizes, even my mistakes
The skies, what fool said no mortal outshines?
Alas the only fact that kills our love
She is not real, never will be nor was
YOU ARE READING
Ajar
PoetryA daily journal full of poems of love, of joy and grief Pen enslaves the hand and paints the vast land of the canvas we call Speech
