For You My Dear (Age 18) Poem by Jessica C. Galvan

For You My Dear (Age 18)



Oh how the winters symphony holds a mocking shiver melody.
Leaving blades of ice on the tips of my eyelashes.
Such a lonely chill when you my dear, are away.
Vanishing all sight of future existence.
We have sewn the apparel of our damaged hearts.
Wearing nothing but love on our newly repaired backs.
Signs dangle from our bodies.
Read “You are my world”.
With the rarest of ink created at first sight.
I am in love.
And the spark in my eye holds all truth.
My hands have been polished for you.
For the moment we say 'I do'.
And nothing else matters.
I find comfort...
In the painted foil pressed within your shirt.
And between the corners of your mouth.
I am yours.
And your eyes melt mine.
Tears for you, drip from thawed lashes
Abling vision, when you are near.
You are my world.
And without it...
I am but a lost soul lingering amidst the darkness.



© 2008 JESSICA C. GALVAN (All rights reserved)

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