Monday Of My Heart Poem by alejandro bernardo

Thrice that I had fallen
Each tick is a failure
You came along, then
Thumped me with your finest pure

Sunsets bring nothing but solitude
With you the dawn offers trance
Moments spent together exude
Leaves on branches at a glance

Depth of my core, unreached
Breadth of my fire unbound
Ear, then I shall preach
This love of mine… be found

When you lipped the script I desire
My spirit soared heavens up high
You caused Monday to lyre
The Seven is then whole and ‘while