Robert -Fv
A gentle curve of the lips
Eyes so soft they put you to sleep
A faint crimson across his cheek
You see all that was
All that will ever be
I feel the breeze beneath my wings
As an icicle forms beneath my feet
What was love, returns
Ages ago, this loss
Pain within me deep
Oh, father, I have lost forever
May you ever feel peace
Copyright © Jakob Towell | Year Posted 2019
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