Day by Day.
Moon by moon.
He sent a rose to me and you.
For you red; for me blue.
Red like your lips; blue like my eyes.
His love to you, love to me
My love to you and to he.
But I ask you here….
Is your love to he and to me?
It is my wish from my very soul. To hear yes.
It is my wish and yet I fear.
For love they say, is for two.
And we are more.
Can my hope be true?
Is love love?
Or is it a deep lie?
A trap to my doom.
For my soul is in “sin”
To dare love more than one.
About the Creator
Lane Burns
I am a Poet and an inspiring short story, one day novel writer.
I like to write in free verse mostly, but am heavily inspired by Emily Dickenson, and tend to create my own rules and ideas as well.
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