My Love
She first and last my thoughts of memory,
puzzling my sight of write in a poet's swift tale of recite
My melody another flow,
as her fidgets digits the rhyme scheme of every heartbeat of mine
She's not of a tale,
yet her tangible is aloof my abodes
...and with her am ready to mingle!
Copyright © Richard Nah | Year Posted 2017
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