the twinkle in your eye,
your evergrowing mind,
the love within your smile,
you dance just like a child

the softness of your touch,
a heart that grows so much,
you are more than enough,
and all of the above

the warmth of your existence,
grows fonder by the instance
it's you in all your essence,
with you i feel abundance

the troubles of the past,
is completely by contrast
we may move too fast,
but i can love you, at last

Two shadows
walk at ten,
different stories
to tell;
while one
falls in love,
the other pretends.

precious innocent soul
skipping rocks
on cobblestone roads
vulnerable untarnished pure
no residue of earthly soil

return me to that naiveté
unburdened by layers
of fake masks
and perfect capped teeth
in narcissistic societies

but I shan’t grasp
at ethereal edges
of nebulousness
and ephemeral
innocence

i shall endure
what I abhor
a master’s soul
cannot be forged
in paradise

wisdom’s essence
‘tis not pristine white
hints of ivory
tinge the effervescence
of the sage’s breath

©2016janetaylor

I was not born a

poet.

I was broken into

one.


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