Cruel As The Grave Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

She met him on the Eiffel Tower of Paris and love collapsed her heart.

The Carnival Cruise of emotions took her to his island of sensational serenity.

She entrusted him with all of her interior designs of her soul.

He engraved her with his words of salutations that ended her liberty.

Sharon ascended his lies with her truth that confiscated her mortality.

Trevor danced on her melodies of grief that had sustained her thinking.

On the waterfalls of life Sharon dreamed of love with eyes of sinking sands.

Committed to pains of the heart Trevor induced paradise for her capture.

Sharon set sail on his yacht of corruptive waters and became inebriated with love.

The moon and sun collaborated with Trevor to apprehend her body in his aquatic Bermuda triangle.

The Pandora's Box of Trevor's eyes held her in seclusion for her heart's ransom.

The condensation of Sharon's mental stability shipwrecked into his navigational deeds.

Trevor gave Sharon his nocturnal heart that enclosed her flow of oxygen.

Trevor's ways of love are as cruel as the grave as darkness meets Sharon's eyes.

Written by Theodore Mosley
October 22,2018