Then I Can Die
If all I did was made you feel so real
Among aortas of much needed love
With silky shoulders of stern Pacific layers
Disturbed by memories of wings...
If I defected life and accepted wrinkles
Of heated rhythm in tempera of love
Although the shyness of a maiden wouldn't vanish
I long to get to know you in your destined life...
If all I did was made you stop and watch me
Smiling from a frame of wooden Jacaranda wonders
Then I can die forever in immortality of love -
The Anonymous -
in the "Wax Museum of
the Hoping Souls"...
Copyright © Iolanda Scripca | Year Posted 2011
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