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