My Love... Poem by M.A. Wood
My Love...
What good is her voice,
Her voice like the wind,
When I can not hear it?
What good are her lips,
Her lips red as a spring rose,
When I can not kiss them?
What good are her eyes,
Eyes like the midnight moon,
When I can not stare deeply in them?
What can I do when my love,
A blossoming sunrise,
Is nowhere near,
So far, so far is she that I dream, then awake in tears.
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