The Poet: Pages Open

What should i consider of love and such romance, the pages open and freshly white

A new beginning being written before your eyes and sight

Touch becomes like Braille of the flesh when eyes are closed and embraces hold

Yet tenderness, that depths of the heart, would burn and cease the cold

What words shall form upon the page enhancements of a sweet affair,

a darling note would have me listen ,even when the music isn’t there ,

Oh sweet indulgence of a star that’s bound the edges of one’s soul, encased within a love of him, when words
Like night are whole

For nothing hurts more than memories of a time before once closing in, and new book smells they come of hope, and sentiment upon their skin.

By: Nardine Sanderson

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