Uncommonly Good.
Uncommonly good,
This taste on my lips that I should,
Devour, delight without hesitate.
A cup of bliss that I hate.
Another round of wine,
A spoonful of something divine,
A kiss,
A scent that I miss.
Bitterly cold,
In every stare that we hold.
What is behind the mask,
A question noone dare to ask.
Knowingly,
It is more than silly,
But it's just a thought,
A slight detour I should sought?
Sunrise is peeking,
Time is ticking,
Oh how I wish I could stay,
Hold your hand as we sway.
Cloud is waving,
Moon is hiding,
As we bid farewell,
As I walk on the path I know well.
Copyright © Erika Lee | Year Posted 2008
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