Mary Rowena

The Poet - Poem by Mary Rowena

Years ago I took on a love
With his passion for the street
And my passion up above

Though with a peer of an eye
Perfection was nigh
When I listened with my ear
My skin shed a tear

Weeks ago I tried to pretend
Acquainted an actor
Who failed to be a friend

Not a man but a boy
To whom I was a toy
Just a floor to his stage
Where the wings were a cage

Days ago I met a poet
A man who I knew
My soul would devote

Eased me low, spun me high
Because poetry could never tell a lie
In every truth there is a rhyme
As I show here, line by line

Topic(s) of this poem: love

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, April 28, 2014

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