I could remember clearly not planning
around the order of your gentle world,
looking long enough into your eyes,
discerning the wisdom of your pearls.
I could recall in my vanity
overlooking that you were the beautiful one,
oblivious to tears you may have cried;
how it was all becoming undone.
I can recollect your confessions
pouring over a glass of red wine,
whispering honesty in my deaf ears;
your inner most secrets by pillow's side.
Truly a bold spirit had compromised
to explore a grief, to me now consigned.
DionWorx
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