If She Only Knew
Its not the eyes i notice first
but the way disappointment
seems to hang on her frame
like a curdled shawl
The weakest of smiles she forces
As embers of her love for me
disintegrate into silenced air
Then those jewelled emerald pools
were turmoil bathes
Were once a haven of safety
a home from all the putridness
that stales the most stalwart heart
would warms it welcoming hands
Ever wrong turn
and unannounced lie
rip fractals from those loving eyes
Turning love to despise
Wishing to be
the one she once viewed
from greenest virgin orbs
If she only knew
my love for her only grew
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2019
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