The Hidden Love Story.

Poem #4

(July 26, 2020 3:20pm)

You are the color of the rain

Midnight in the laurel lane

Kissing at the avenue

dreaming about the malibu

You were once my star,

That I no longer desire

You are my deepest scar

hidden in the light of fire

The once world we know

Gone with one blow

I admit, it was beautiful

Marked beneath my soul

I worked for the sun and moon

Just to see you go too soon

Hand in hand to the man who won

While I am trying not to swoon

As we go on, I wish you well

May this someday ring the bell

That to each other we once fell

The Love story, I ain’t allowed to tell