Untitled poem
Like the sun going down the horizon,
My love is slipping away.
Like a message in bottle that has never been read but instead tossed astray,
My love is slipping away.
As if a line is cast and the fish steals the bait,
My love is slipping away.
Like a sand filled hour glass flipped upside down,
My love is slipping away.
Like a wave hitting the shore,
What I would give for you to come knock bak at my heart's door,
Please love, won't you stay?
My love is slipping away.
Like a message in bottle that has never been read but instead tossed astray,
My love is slipping away.
As if a line is cast and the fish steals the bait,
My love is slipping away.
Like a sand filled hour glass flipped upside down,
My love is slipping away.
Like a wave hitting the shore,
What I would give for you to come knock bak at my heart's door,
Please love, won't you stay?
WOw.....!!!
Deep.
What can I say, my standing ovation Sis.
I felt all of this and I could put in no better form of Prose.
What a great Muse you have.
I pray to hear much more.
Blessings.
Sincerely
William
:-)