From the dark gray sky,
The day bout gone,
Lonely
Ness precede to sink
Into this old lonely
Heart..
Of mine…
Shall I go to my chamber?
To hang my head, to
Dream of such pleasures
In the dark corner of
My chambers…
Where I dream of bright
Festive colors…
I compose, arrange the
Rhythm…
Of this down beat of
Love…
Just color me red and
Let me blossom....
Into an everlasting
Bouquet of red
Roses...
Our love will never
End....
Carolyn Sears
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/today-28/
