My Lady, My Day
MY LADY MY DAY
My lady my day
My sun mould from my ribs’ clay
Accelerate, but not so fast
Lest prophecy turns against forecast
The sun with the sky turns blue
I vow to see you brighter than the moon.
My lady dressed in erected forehead
Another pen writes your care ahead
A miss, a care, a gist and a kiss
Your cup, my heart and into a bowl we mix
From a pleasure to the slightest catarrh
We have really traveled far.
My lady with a dancing shoe
That’s the best you can ever do
Making me fall in your heart beneath
Prayed not but hey we connect
That sweet aroma you call smell
Is a new poem I wish to tell.
My lady my day
My lady is my day.
(wrote this poem for all out there who are missing their girlfriends like I was missing mine)
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