A little poem. I'm stuck at home with a virus (stupid, stupid, STUPID!) so I'm incredibly bored.
Enjoy :)
E.S.
As I watch the ripples pass
After her softly glimmering grace
I feel the rejected remnant of
A face.
What bliss it was to have
Her sing my songs of love
And to think she thought I was
From Above.
But then she met him, the boy.
A rich, handsome suitor to be precise.
A flamboyant fool, but "He is ever
So nice!"
The gondela turns as my mind
Is thrown into twisting surprise.
How could she, the love-struck child
Whom dark despise?
She is stepping onto the shore
The boy confused and hurt, left behind.
And as she approaches, away goes
My mind.
She whispers "I'm sorry," and
Gives me her warm, soft hand.
In that moment, she found beneath the mask
A man.
She is my Angel.
What a cough cough touching cough poem. Please review!