The music playing
through the mirror
my mind a drift
Thinking about the
Queen of Brookline
the one I want
Her laugh always
warming to the soul
smile melting the heart
to a pure liquid
Wanting to love
something with her
that will last forever
Thinking about growing old
sitting in our rocking chairs
still having each other
Comments
you must not make your poem
you must not make your poem bare like a nude chest , you must embed with some bra for example
Just a love poem,
but nice.