The Millionth
I spoke your name again t o d a yfor only the millionth time,( or so )
only a syllable, I wanted to last
the after effects of the atomic blast
or the dawning of an utterly new creation
could not surpass you in every iteration
and enunciation which I managed to pronounce
lived an image far lovelier than the weights of time could tame
just a perfect rhyme was mine every time I spoke your name
T o d a y, ( for the millionth )
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2013-01-16 at 23:54
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