She is greater than my eager heart
Or any thoughts I have on self or art
And I alone cannot escape
On her breath I sit and wait
For she is deeper than my soul
While I am fractured she is whole
And chiefly ingrained within all I write
And the author of every sleepless night.
And like the wind which waves her hair
She is everywhere, she is nowhere.
- Author: John Snowdon ( Offline)
- Published: November 1st, 2017 13:12
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments3
man this is deep Great write
Absolutely beautiful poem! A great tribute to your love.
Very good write, may that love be always there.
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