PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

whom does my heart hug

when the night spills its unexpected rains

why you of course

and who's face does mine eye's wonder to

when the dawn draws her latest morning of art

across the sky

why to you of course

and where now is he who has captured this woo in my soul

and  fondly stashed it in his heart pocket's drawer

why he is working like a house maid organizing his life

for off to work in sanded hell he must go

to make his ends meet

so his heart can be light again

in 8 days and freer still for me

he of whom I adore in shades of pure incandescent light.

for who but God almighty Himself

can argue If Be It Love!.......