Perfect Picture Of Your Name Poem by Craig Moses Uche

Perfect Picture Of Your Name



Trying to draw your pic
But it makes me sick
That this pencil cannot describe
The rhythm of thy vibe

I sent your picture to the sky
But it seemed like all a lie
For the clescent glow of thy eyes
Seemed the least bit precise

So I tore out my heart
And drew you a chart
For all the list o your charms
Where as solemn psalms

[So] I reviled with my soul
And carved out a hole
There I hewed a frame
Here I chiseled in the love I cannot name

Now this little arcade
Seeks to touch a decade

Saturday, November 30, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: sad love
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