Saturday, May 3, 2014

Of Love's Long Afterglow





There is no way to trace the dividend of you
You wrap your sigh, a twisted wraith
Around thought’s bluest blue

There is no way to know the colors of your art
Where love and laughter lithely brush
A tear into my heart

There is no way to spell loss left to yester-year
While ever yet tomorrow swells
With restoration’s cheer

There is no way to hurt save that of letting go
How sweet it is to wear the want
Of love’s long afterglow

© Janet~

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