My Lady


Every spoken word she speaks

is good enough for me. 

I am sworn by holy skies 

the colors that stand in her eyes;

they never settle for mine. 


We always dream

just never of each other. 

Every piece of her 

is a broken piece of me. 

She didn’t let me slip,

I fell on my own. 

My heart lives

to hold the corners of her lips

so they can meet her cheeks. 


She is so beautiful, my lady. 

And that’s good enough for me.



Submitted: March 01, 2019

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