A Gift

RSM0812

I tore a piece of the morning,

Right from the eastern sky.

I’m giving it to you

To have till the day that you die.

Tie it on your wrist.

To remember once our sweet bliss.

And look nowhere more

For my love is an open door.

With a room filled with candles

endlessly dancing on the mantel.

And never, my love cinder.

As dust blows when it’s windier.

And my heart will hold your beat.

As star crossed lovers meet.

 

 

 

  • Author: RSM (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 29th, 2025 04:20
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Victor Bolshov

    Very romantic. Looks like someone is in love, as a true poet should be.

    • RSM0812

      Thanks for the comment. A little love can go a long way.

    • sorenbarrett

      When in love mementos can be most important as continual reminders of the one not there. Loved the creative memento.



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