“how do I look today
was it worth holding my hand?”
*“darling,
i’m holding the hand
of all of my dreams
you look perfect
don’t doubt a thing”*
he spoke in poems
always told her
she was beautiful
dipped her back
parallel to the ground
when he kissed her
like they were always
in a black and white movie
he bought her diamonds
and never let go
while she slept
at the park one day
his hand shook in hers
and he said simply
“darling,
i’m a woman
the operation is tomorrow
if you leave
well, you leave
but my love will never die”
she looked at his beard
and his old green eyes
she decided then
not to let love cry
*“darling,
dont you grieve
tomorrow you’ll look
the same to me
i’m holding the hand
of all my dreams
you’ll look perfect
don’t worry about a thing”*