A silk suit, shimmering bluish green
Perfectly ironed white shirt,
Thin Italian tie, manicured nails.
You, ever the Gentleman.
Your light green eyes
Greet me with worry.
I know what frightens them,
It’s love, of course.
Uncontrollable, suffocating and fickle
It may vanish in a moment
And leave us limp.
Now I know, now I know.
But that love is now stable,
Paralyzed in black and white
Framed in silver long ago,
Replaced by silence.
Now, as then,
Our strongest bond.
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Author:
Dasim (
Offline) - Published: February 2nd, 2021 16:01
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Comments3
A fine read Dasim. Silence can be golden.
Love is everlasting Dasim.
Andy
A creatively artistically expressed unique poem on love.
Fickle young premarital love can vanish easily. Kudos!!!
Plz do read and comment my newest poem too.
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