Weekend
Love is a like a long weekend
Sleeps in and phone muted
No one else is important but themselves
Window shopping on a Saturday
Drinking wine during an evening meal
Her eyes
And those eyes dark as a piece of coal
And as I work and Bees come
Sunlight turns them into honey
Eyes that see my different point of view
And they look at me with undeserved love
Those lips
And those lips that words of love come
Lips that desire to be kissed and sweetly
And love to be dressed in colors
That wait for me with kindness
Patiently smiling at my uncomfortableness
But Life Weakend
And so the pressure mounts as does Himself
Weakend by gravity the sags come
Their bodies get weak but their love survives
But not a day,week or moment goes by that isn't filled with love
But the weak inherit the world in the end
Copyright © Patrick Cornwall | Year Posted 2012
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