Wife

Jabberwocky

Your holy meat

Did slip and drip

When you became my wife

 

Your hidden beak

Did dip and sip

And make you fat with life

 

You were the Earth

Where I did roam.

I was the sea.

I was the foam.

 

You were the hearth,

You were the home.

 

You were the tea

And buttered scone.

 

You were my bearth

From life’s cyclone.

 

You were the comfort

In my age.

You were the calming

Of my rage.

 

You were the turning

Of my page.

You were the purport

Of my tome.

 

  • Author: Jabberwocky (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 1st, 2020 06:17
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments2

  • Nemo

    Beautiful 🌹

  • Goldfinch60

    May that tome be read forever.



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