My Hero
It was a cinnamon kiss
she wore that brown shade
it's there on the glass
where she sipped lemonade
her eyes were the sunset
a bottomless blue
with pale flecks of gold
full of secrets she knew
He was the hero
who won at the games
tall,undefeated and
ever untamed
their touch charged the ocean
with Saint Elmo's Fire
their kiss,such emotion
could only burn higher
they melded together
as silver pulls gold
their atoms intwining
a sight to behold
an innocent kiss
to a bright conflagration
cinnamon flames
from an infatuation
but today she resides in a land
by the sea
and he folds the laundry
at home here with me
forgiveness is golden
and so I forgave
love can't be a servant
it won't be a slave
she may be cinnamon
she may be fine
but at the end of the story
the hero is mine
Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006
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