Vapour
Love is
my palm against the window pane
collecting the morning Dew of our laughter
But unfortunately soon after.............
it's ghostly
condensation
quickly fades
IN MY MEMORY
and I've lost the vapour...
My
Stain glass
eyes
Depict
Deep Violet skies
tinged with
Golden Sunrise
and
Azure Ocean waters
overlooking the celestial heavens
But stain glass eyes is the closest I will ever be
to religious sanctity
I know not, of this thing called heaven
Yet I know that within my ability to write
There exists something.
When I fall in love again
He will know me
for all that I am
Know my thoughts even before I make a sound
Finds humour in my furrowed expressions
Wrap me in his jacket when its pouring
See talent even in my scribbling
Who will inspire me to do better
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