Love. Blessing.

He’s a rogue and a clown
A master in his craft
I was saddled with a puzzle
How is he beauty and the beast?
Not ready to be tamed
I wandered his way
And he relinquished me unto myself
Lover, friend in one
A wing and cross interchangeably
Ride and die; we rode and died.
We shared songs I never memorized
But my lips would move to his music
I still hum silent tunes
Leap to the sound of your name
And study everything mutual…

Vera