She stood up, and I watched her hair gradually,
then suddenly,
slide down her shoulders and back like waves coming up to kiss the shore.
She turned to me and I met her with a smile.
She had a lighthouse in her eyes,
shining to guide the lost ships.
I always considered myself to be a sailor lost at sea,
and to me, she was home.
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Author:
Henry Canticle (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 4th, 2019 00:02
- Comment from author about the poem: She wanted a poem, I said I would deliver. Feels nice.
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Comments1
Wonderful loving write.
Thank you!
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