Evermore I'll wait,
until the twelfth hour of perpetuity,
just to discern your shadow.
Incessantly I'll roam,
until the grounds corrode beneath my feet,
just to descry the rhythm with which you beat.
Unremitting, unsparing, unceasing.
Without fear or bleat.
Until you are forever mine..
YOU ARE READING
Flower and the rain
PoetryLove poetry for my love. It's a book I'm writing for my partner and I would really appreciate feedback on it!!*
