Sweetness

Not a morning turns to day, without
Her thoughts scrape with the eyes at rest.
The curls of her dark hair and the brown
Skinned torso, the crowing abstruse eyes.

All comes to life and sits beside – and asks,
What has gone awry? Why this castration!
Unanswered, awake and aback, ah! e’er posture.
Where is that Sweet life without this inartistic
Has Jehovan made this to be the parameter?
To assess the sweet and delight we live and share!

I know life will gather once more– not for once
But for, love life and, more, be assured.
The past bitters shall burn and die,
The new spring of sweet life must live.

For now, for then and to life!
Sweet fragrance of love conquers the wind.

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