My Love Is Poetry
My Love Is Poetry
I like following her trail
For better or for worse without fail
I like seeing her red roses
Vining up in front of my nose
A daily bouquet of her poems
Words and messages that hit home
Her essences piques my senses
Where I'd climb over her fence
To see the darkness of the night
And grow towards her shining light
Each breath I take it's her, you
I see in the wide open blue
She's that unique cloud in the sky
That once captured my eye
Not the most cutest or buxom
But one that is definitely wholesome
She shoots cupids arrow with her hands
In how she loves art, life and land
I, mean,that's me. That's what I like
Although not her shining knight
Her words turn the wheels in my brain
Without fail, without refrain
Not a day goes by that poetry sleeps
And it's on this journey of awe I reap
connie pachecho
9/3/17
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