Ghost Poetry - Poem by Uriah Hamilton
By Uriah Lee Hamilton
I could kiss your wrists on a Saturday in the summer
Sitting by an apple tree in the park;
The warm breeze and sunlight on lush leaves
And the fragrance of peach conditioner in your hair,
It all makes me smile and believe in love.
One day, we will cease to exist.
Maybe long before that day,
Love and joy will have retreated
Distantly from our lives;
And thus, it so important and essential
To make it known this moment
The sweet innocent pleasure I receive
In telling you how special and meaningful
Everything about you is to me.
Perhaps, I can leave ghost poetry behind
So the world knows a woman was adored;
But if it all burns away like little paper boats
On the sea of forgetfulness,
I will find happiness today that it was understood
You were the only one that called my heart into being
From my first glimpse of your appearance.
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