I am a hot cup of vanilla swirled coffee on a cold winter's day.
I am a book that has never had my pages turned .
I am a glass of Merlot, sweet to the lips but bitter to the throat.
I am the flower someone picked to soon.
I am the house with many locked doors which no one has held the key .
I am the muse patiently waiting for my artist.
I am the warm sun on your face that makes your eyes squint with delight.
I am the forbidden fruit that only few have tasted.
I am that.
I am many things to be discovered.
That is who I am.
- Author: AmySnitzel4 ( Offline)
- Published: March 9th, 2017 20:10
- Category: Love
- Views: 68
Comments4
Robert , that means alot coming from someone with such talent!! Thank you!
Thank you for introducing yourself, pleased to meet you.
Thank you , very nice to meet you as well !
Well written and expressed Great write
Thank you so much !
This is a beautiful poem. I love it. It's like me, but no one would want to hold those keys or flip those pages. Also welcome to the place of poems. Sorry...
Thank you 😊
I am so thankful to be in the presence of such talent ! Thank you for having me here !
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