When will I see you
Shall I ask once again
Or are you a shadow
from the ink of my pen
Will you re-appear
If I write down your name…
to grace with this beauty
that I cannot obtain.
For my mind is afflicted
and consumed with this fire
From the strokes of my pen…
come my wildest desire.
I beg you please come,
and speak softly to me…
lend words to my pen,
and fullfill all my dreams.
Antony King © 2018

 

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