Love #7; She

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She is a perfect last ditch on a naked art by a drowsy artist
crafty in manner, beautiful in a way
but she’s novel

@RoyEvans(LostPoet)

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Love 7; She is music

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She is music
Her beauty is the melody
Her smile is the prelude to this piece
Pliancy of her body is mirrored by the crescendos of my heart just before I slip and fall,
Glitters of her hazel eyes is the reprise of a love poem, written in a thirsty rain
She is the type of art I adore
Just like a solo verse I would like to recite
Till I loose my voice

She is the girl
She is my pride

@RoyEvans(LostPoet)

Love #6; She isn’t gone

In bleak of the night,
her tears scars the sea,
and when the moon lumber briskly into hiding neath the clouds,
In silence
she isn’t gone and I won’t go

-RoyEvans(LostPoet)

Love #5; Buoyance

In vesture of the night
the universe of your eyes is full of wonder
and between pliancy of bodies
a kiss on your forehead taste stardust
a buoyance voyage to space

-RoyEvans(LostPoet)

Love #4; never the same

In the morning
sunlight dances on water
bow-shaped ripple colours
spreads out and fades
and we will never greet the same way

-RoyEvans(LostPoet)

Love #3; delusory

Morning skies
I streak with poetry
lines and verses the colours of sunrise
but deep down I drown in sorrow
for night stars knows the colour of my tears

-RoyEvans(LostPoem)

Love #2; divulge

It pains the heart
It crumbles the soul
but she kisses him alike
the cold of the night brushing the moon
no under-sheet hidings
and for once I don’t exist

-RoyWord(LostPoet)