The Morning After

Not so dolled-up as she was in
Evening's dimmer, kinder light,
She worries. Do I love her now?
Her cheeks have lost their rosy
Glow. Her eyelids lack for
Shadows, and her lips have
Paled. Her hair is strange.
Her eyes, however, still retain
Their depth and sweetness,
And the words the lips have
Let escape produce the warmth
They did before, so I say, yes,
I do.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-02-15 at 14:56

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