Blend Poem by Edwin Baldwin

Beautifully created in the masters stroke
unfinished work of art covered by cloak

This was a portrait of my wife to be
the only girl in this world right for me

I always viewed her in a perfect light
be it a sunny day or dark as night.

Rose colored glasses I saw her through
the end was coming near I had no clue

Unsatisfied eyes so much more discerning
wild grandiose thoughts forever yearning

Those freckle clues that I could not guess
she played twenty questions more or less

Riddles upon a tired and tortured mind
searching for answers that I could not find

A true love that had once shown so bold
now with daggers tore through my flesh of old

The prison key my princess hand did will
O such a beautiful sweet and bitter pill




'Her faux enthusiasm did bankrupt my true hope'