"Purity" Poem by Peter Vealey
"Purity"
I want her all the time
As the sixties retro film
Began.
I see her in most people,
But she is very much.
Her own person.
I see her,
Lovely as a pure azure beach,
Kinder than most
Yet stressed like a ghost?
Owner,
Of my heart.
Likened to a wave,
At sea in the dark.
I see her,
But does she really know?
The temporary tenant,
But right now facing the door!
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