AGE OLD LOVE STORY
Roiling waves
Crash
And break
Upon
Rocks so
Hard.
As each
Falls apart
I watch
With tears
In my heart!
The waves
They are
Ripples
In the veil
Of the
Mermaid
Bride!
Oh how
Will she
Ever
Walk down
The aisle?
The groom
Awaits
Radiant
In gold...
He shines
His passion
For all to
See.
His love
Lifts
Every romantic
Being!
The two
Meet
Every twilight.
The sun
And the
River bride!
A mere
Mortal
Such
As me,
Lose
Myself
In their
Age old
Love story!
FREDERIKA MENEZES
No comments:
Post a Comment