By Dansey Junior L.
The morning coffee was soft,
Her smile awakened my pain,
The anger from my river,
The soft smile,
I need not the red butterfly,
My love was for granted,
A two-faced coin we call love,
What is our destiny?
Are you my Queen?
The red sun blesssed me with a kiss,
She saw my calamities,
The soft smile,
Deliver me from the pain of Love,
I loved her laugh,
Her smile,
And her manners, they were queen-like,
The soft smile indeed,
In my heart that is.
Namaste.
Amen.