soft.step
dream wrapped in waiting
and beautiful words
she's like
a breath
of God's
mercy.

ashes scattered over the
ocean of stars
with the sun on her face
and a smile
that
could pale the moon

I would hold my light
upon her, if I could.

she has, a butterfly rapture
to her mein;
her rainy-day smiles leave
us naked as we came.

something in her eyes
belies her sleeping innocence
an angel without conscience
a romance that
need
no
wings.

she deserves
no less than every brittle rose
and earthly beauty in her wake and
a'fore her subtle step.



.

I mourn, sometimes

for I can give her nothing

...I can give her nothing
more
than a handful of poetry
and a kiss of my
heartfelt
verse.

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