Poem 3 - Every New Night

Originally published in Metamophosize (Poetry Relating to Change)

Every New Night

There is no way that i may ever tell

The glimmer of your sweet eyes in mine

And you say everything will be fine

No matter, i know it will just from your smell

No Romeo nor Juliet, its, well,

It's not the tragic beauty, red like wine

But that is why it will not cross the line

Between the hard and sweet, with you, i'll dwell

But that is how it is

The soft, smooth skin, so deep, so pure in touch

And hearty laughs so strong, but still there's yet

The heat of burning passion, promised

And hope it will not fly away

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