Keeping It Simple

How tormenting

to bite my tongue;

smile a hollow smile,

and act as though we're best of friends,

yearning for her all the while.

I pine, I need,

I crave, I mourn,

yet am halfway consoled

by her graceful beauty,

that quiets my restless soul.

I'm damned to see

her halo and her opalescent wings;

to hear angelic music

from her sweet voice as she sings.

I cannot touch

her heavenly body,

it is far too Divine.

Suffice it then

to be the only one

who knows she's mine.

© Karen Godson

Graphics by: Outlaw By Design