Old Love


This Old Love;

It causually drifts by.

Coming in pieces as time passes with each sigh.

Your face is carved with the sharpest edges.

I'm lost in the detail of the strength flowing in your eyes.

Looking inside of them, I know you will be my demise. 

I was broken free from a cage put up with stone walls,

But you ripped them down,

feeling the most honest of fronts and falls.

This old love is something I will carry,

Want to marry,

and softly kiss. 

at the stroke of midnight--

every Febuary. 

You, my love. 

Remain my light. 



I absolutely love this poem! It's beautiful and true!

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