He feels it low..


He feels it low
and withdraws his smile,
sunshine lost in shadow.
His heart beats dark
but hides a spark.
My dreams are lost within him.

He feels it low
and withdraws his laugh.
Joy covered by worry.
A restless heart
uncertain path.
My spirit follows behind him.

I wait and know
though he is low
that no other satisfy me.
My heart must wait
by the garden gate
for his blooming rose to find me.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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