His Effort
Through the entry way, she glided across
A pearlescent gown she wore
Hair freshly crimped, with nowhere to go
She felt her life, such a bore
Accentuating her hour glass figure
Eventide had brought the moon
The howling sound she heard in the distance
Meant her lover was trying to croon
A singer he’s not, the effort was there
He was trying to win back her heart
A soft gentle smile, crept cross her face
He was off to a good fresh start
The sounds got louder, he was trying his best
He needed to win her back
Like a feral cat, the screeches were loud
His voice would continuously crack
As he hit the last note, the thrum of his voice
Was met with a thunderous tang
His beautiful mistress was at the door
Enamored by what he had sang
Plumb blown away, by his caring heart
The love was there once more
She’d forgotten about that initial thought
Of her life being such a bore
~ Ms. Affection - March 17, 2021
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