Assymetry

Evening has come. It's started to rain.
My love is a millstone she bears. She's
Aware of it. She will not hurt me, not
Purposely, anyway. What she will do
Is go on with her life, loving me also,
But softly, invisibly, happy to see me
The times when we meet, but not keeping
Hold of me fast in her mind, as I do
With her in these evenings, when
I'm by myself, under clear skies,
And also in rain.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Read 125 times
Written on 2019-08-25 at 00:08

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email (requires login)
dott Print text