The day had came at last,
I could hold thou in my grasp.
What I did to obtain thy presence,
Must be hidden in the past.
Long lasting hours of devotion,
Time galloped in slow-motion.
What's mine is thine eternally,
Including all emotion.
As time flowed by,
thou experienced intensive change.
Face disfigured and deformed,
Yet I never found it strange.
Neighbours materialised,
Then they detected an odour.
I spoken "It's the smell of love!"
They doubted I was sober.
All came from thence inside,
Intruded our space.
They erected a face of horror,
Thought thou were a disgrace.
As our time together collapsed,
I was found at last.
Cuffed to prove my guilt,
No longer had thou in my grasp.
Officer interrogated,
I replied an answer of course.
I exclaimed "I don't care sir..."
"...I don't care if he's a corpse."
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What's Mine Is Thine...
PoetryA short poem about a woman finally getting the love of her life. But it turns out she didn't view the situation like everyone else did, once the truth gets out.
