Marilyn
Mystical apparition resting in luminance,
Your name hath altered my passion.
Timidly on now,
I go.
Fervently,
I walk alone.
Calling your name in shadows,
so I will atone.
Oh, it is naught,
for I have bought
a brighter day.
Always shall I stay,
to say:
I shall hold,
like a thousand bold
soldiers. Just to look
inside those emerald eyes.
Copyright © Paul Bailey | Year Posted 2011
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