Jack Prost Poems

My lady is the finest Monet
Filling my horizon with a landscape of beauty

My lady is the scent of the morning
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Calm waters reflecting a blue sky
A green forest shoreline
Birds soaring underneath perfectly placed clouds
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Thoughts unspoken, feeling not expressed
A love so secret I dared not reveal
Only with my actions did I confess
A love for you that was anonymous
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Vulnerable, soft and fragile
Delicate to the touch
Dodging, ducking, evading
Every attempt to clutch
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I saw a butterfly today
And it made me think of you
Silken wings beautifully adorned
Simple beauty beyond imagination
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Of all the battles that I won or lost
The decisions in life made with great cost
Nothing compares to the feeling of loss
Of not steeling a heart from you
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Imagination satisfies desires
Lost in the safety of mediocrity.
Excuses ignore nature’s prophecy
Creating illusions of dualism
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There was a time when we used to laugh
Play games together to make time pass
Watch movies alone in a long embrace
Talk about our day face to face
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