Read This at Night (I'm thinking of you)
10 or 11 or maybe 12
I'm not sure of time
I don't look to the clock
I don't wonder about anything else
my mind is consumed with one thing
the apple, dove, and pink rose too
they bloom in my mind
and slowly over time
will grow larger will leaves new
And the pink rose will never wither
the apple, never bruise
my heart beats wildly
as I lay in my bed
wearing only your clothes
your aroma stays with me
I close my eyes and picture you here
the only thing that's near me
and while your gone
I'll hum our song
thinking of you, my darling
This poem is about:
Me