Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Monday, May 24, 2021

Continues


Could have been the angels 

that sent you down from above?

blessed me with your magic 

by sending sweet love. 


You never know the reason 

we have to wait so darn long,

the timing is out of our control

for we didn't write the song. 


The words are only documentation

of the time you and I had spent, 

left for future generations 

of what our love has truly meant. 


Like rainbows after the rain,

somethings must come and go, 

but the love I have for you 

just continues to grow. 



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