You are the penultimate chapter of my life,
as though, oncoming scent of summer rain.
This heart of mine will soon have forgotten
the way our hands touched in midst of cold,
the way our eyes met each other in a crowd,
all, this I am aware, and yet, wish to remain.
You’re the door next to last that leads home.
Oh unclouded vision and this state of mind
is, as though, fragrance, of a rose, sublime.
You’re, but sweet design, of a lover’s dream
Yet without you vain my world would seem.
At length, my heart, wouldn’t soon, dismiss
the roseate blush, and most primordial kiss.
You, are the penultimate chapter, of my life.
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Posted for Poems in April @ Real Toads
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