True Love Poem by Leslie Alexis

This true love of mine
Came at just the right time.
For I was about to give up,
As I really thought
That Cupid had on me.

Then fate sent her my way.
On a cold winter night,
She came and she rescued
Me, victoriously
From life’s horrible game
Of tears and ruptured veins,
From a heart that burst
Forth with love which welled
Up within, but without
A sink. Such a beauty
Unused often goes dark.
She saved me from sin.

I am taken to her,
But not to her skin,
For her eyes are not pearls
And her coarse hair
Not likened to silk.
She is my Fiona.
And somehow
I saw through her flesh
And I saw to her bones
And those, my friend,
Are made of pure gold.
And when we kiss
She is my queen.

Copyright © 2009 Leslie Alexis