Poetry

My Heartbeat

Each time we argue fight
The more reason I feel to hold you tight
I missed you; missed bearing; emaciated but would always rebound
Like bricks laid in bond

Thinking about you brightens my future
As a candlelight lit amid gross darkness
It prods me; wanting to be in the picture
Where my soul repletes in happiness
A fabulous scene of us happy together

As white as the dove’s feather
Thoughts of me in a whitish garment evoked
Through the aisles: I stared upon the alter

There stood the both of us gazing at both selves; as the passion of feeling each others warmth filled our thoughts;
Like one’s legally yoked

Not until the picturesque faltered,
I realized I was in your arms as we grinned evincing reconciliation

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