Seventeen Is the Lucky Number
My Darling (theme number 5)
Ten times as strong as yesterday I feel
for you, my Darling; oh that I could be
your empath, for my love is very real.
Your every aura I would hope to see.
Feeling you lamenting, I'd be right there -
a weeping willow, tears falling like rain
to cry with you and show you that I care,
and if I could, I'd take away your pain.
Nothing is incidental about you!
My veneration for you can't decline.
Your weakness I'd make strong, for I would do
anything if I knew that you were mine.
In some idyllic place where you might lie
supine, I'd lie beside you and I'd kiss
your lips to know the sweetness of your sigh.
Would you at last then share with me your bliss?
Aug. 1, 2019
For Laura Loo's 17 Is The Lucky Number - Rhyme Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2019
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