Pensive Periscope Poem by John Sensele

A limpid love, not meant for barbaric blame
With a caring heart, empathetic attitude
And a bedside manner inscribes her name
In my heart in her heavenly handwriting with gratitude

Like tunes from an angelic guitar
Kissing away tears my heart cries
Following an encounter my heart on tar
That told my heart to fly away from flies

Flies attracted like moths to the light
My heart shines
Light shining, shining in the flight
My heart declines

When love stole her rainbow
Robbing the rainbow from my heart's kaleidoscope
When my heart felt a low blow
A blow that creamed perspicacity from her periscope.