Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Monday, September 07, 2020

My Beau

 I took to singing 

as if you could hear, 

songs of love 

direct to your ears. 


The whispers of sweet

from my heart to yours, 

a reminder of how much

you are truly adored.


I'll try to explain it 

this feeling that grows, 

strong and stronger

through my life it shows.


I'm holding your hand 

and I'll never let go, 

for I'm your sweetheart

and you are my beau.


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