Grace-VII
Until I write about you,
I am a word juggler,
Until I speak about you,
I am insane.
Until your face turns
towards me,
My life is in the shade of
night,
Until the curve of your
lips,
Lift my spirits,
I am unborn.
NEXT PART: Tomorrow.
What is Grace? See the answer HERE.
2 comments:
I adore this poem!
Thank you Tia Terri! I am honoured. :) [Grinning ear to ear with satisfaction.]
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