First [paper] Love

September 8, 2016

Darling can you do nothing?

   Blank-faced, un-named

         all day.

Must I always serenade you?

Must I always decorate you?

   With undivided passion

   I gently stroke your edges

   and rest you, in your pristine state

   amongst a bed of roses.

Day and night I toll

to make you a part of world.

My Sweet, I give you everything.

    Blind, entrapped


My first and my last. My sun and my stars.

I will stay with you 'till the end.

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