Ruby glass

Love only me the most

The way a fog does a mountain

As it clings with every droplet

And I’ll promise you a gift

My most cherished possession

That which took eons to make

As it traversed as a grainy flake

When it fell slowly from heaven

And then took ticks from time

And earnest breathes of tries

To breathe its essence to life

But so fragile, words can break it

Love only me the most, my darlin

And my heart is yours…without exception

 

Poet of the Light © 2018

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