Sep 2018
On the edge of madness she held my hand and said:
"The best things aren't always perfect, do you know that?"
Rose tinted papyrus and silver parched ink,
words written; heart stretched to a brink,
and I sought to picture, yet she peers through;
smiles and sparkles at every word said to.
Bright yellow dressed in a sleepless blue,
sometimes pale pink brushed in maroon.
Haunting and decorous; a palette uneven,
drawn infinitely close and I; completely smitten.
"More than an offering of affection;
a heedless and selfless dedication."
"The best things aren't always perfect, do you know that?"
Rose tinted papyrus and silver parched ink,
words written; heart stretched to a brink,
and I sought to picture, yet she peers through;
smiles and sparkles at every word said to.
Bright yellow dressed in a sleepless blue,
sometimes pale pink brushed in maroon.
Haunting and decorous; a palette uneven,
drawn infinitely close and I; completely smitten.
"More than an offering of affection;
a heedless and selfless dedication."
I didn't know when it happened, but I am glad that it did.
