I spoke first to her
there wasn't any conversation
there wasn't any blurr
understanding
and all that thing
peaceful, easeful
never worrying
I realized
was this wise
to give response
to her advice…?
my man and all
stayed standing tall
watching us one day to fall
a greatest mistake
since we weren't rollin' the ball
he kicked his head to our wall
he was waiting till I'll fall
surprisingly I grew tall
not the ball nor the wall
but I and my all
I loved him to the brim
I still love him easiest as gym
I still do keep loving him
since he has learned me to swim
when I spoke to him
it was war or peace
still I filled my tea cup with such ease
patiently to the brim
I must admit caring for him
I still do, I love it but feel great pity
leaving her
was my greatest woe
my life in tears
from head to toe
she kept calling and writing to me
her beautiful poetry
I had greatest silence
during our absence
only my soliloquy
I realized I had fallen in love
with her
poetry
if you have read her
you would agree with me
her poetry is her everything
but she became my only thing
she said latest days
poetry is my everything
none understands except thee
(Oh, how flattered I was !! In seventh heaven)
Then she continued:
but my love for thee
is above all things
beyond eternity
and above my poetry
(Am crying of happiness)
now at last I must confess
she is my most
beautiful princess
I ever possessed
My Poetess....
© Sylvia Frances Chan
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 8:29 AM UTC
I spoke first to her
there wasn't any conversation
there wasn't any blurr
understanding
and all that thing
peaceful, easeful
never worrying
I realized
was this wise
to give response
to her advice…?
my man and all
stayed standing tall
watching us one day to fall
a greatest mistake
since we weren't rollin' the ball
he kicked his head to our wall
he was waiting till I'll fall
surprisingly I grew tall
not the ball nor the wall
but I and my all
I loved him to the brim
I still love him easiest as gym
I still do keep loving him
since he has learned me to swim
when I spoke to him
it was war or peace
still I filled my tea cup with such ease
patiently to the brim
I must admit caring for him
I still do, I love it but feel great pity
leaving her
was my greatest woe
my life in tears
from head to toe
she kept calling and writing to me
her beautiful poetry
I had greatest silence
during our absence
only my soliloquy
I realized I had fallen in love
with her
poetry
if you have read her
you would agree with me
her poetry is her everything
but she became my only thing
she said latest days
poetry is my everything
none understands except thee
(Oh, how flattered I was !! In seventh heaven)
Then she continued:
but my love for thee
is above all things
beyond eternity
and above my poetry
(Am crying of happiness)
now at last I must confess
she is my most
beautiful princess
I ever possessed
My Poetess....
© Sylvia Frances Chan
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