A Fragile Wish
Still hope before the final petals fall
and feather ~ slowly drifting to the ground;
I cry within my heart a dreadful pall,
myself, a hopeless painful love impound.
As crimson beckons softly to cajole,
I yearn the skin as smooth upon your breast,
to cradle and to sooth my troubled soul
and whisper words that put my mind at rest.
The lonely roses pale without your lips
and blossoms fade without your blushing cheeks,
as colors of the day to moonlight slips
I pray once more to hold the love I seek.
My darling love please save me from this fate,
I lie alone ~ for only you I wait.
Copyright © craig cornish | Year Posted 2018