Moments Of Days Poem by Louis Borgo

And the look in her eye dagger default,

Sound of no interrupt stale vivid detail,

At halt of wait last of words carrier like diamonds,

To capture like a role to a out burst for re seal silence,

May I continue on my luv,

To drip like a strawberry to be pick sip of a drip,

To feel not to won't is a diary in it self enthrallment,

To smile with grace lower of a heel kiss to bend,

May I continue on my luv,

Wrong or right build no castle wall,

Moment of sight ring of a bell laughter or dare,

W hat it is to hold precious items,

May I continue on my luv,

Momentous forgiveness like of sound of,

Lasting impression of her love.