my love(rough draft)

03 Feb

My love is a yellow rose

A wash with the bittersweet disposition

Of harlequin prose

The colour of my indecision


My love is a brook in spring

Where fish commune

She meanders lazily

Beneath the verdant moon


My love is a gale in summer

So the boats may sway

                                                                Let not the good Lord keep me from her

                                                              Only this i pray


                                                             My love is silent and true

                                                                  A voice to calm the worry

                                                              Deep and stolid as the ocean is blue

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Posted by on February 3, 2013 in Uncategorized


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