thorny gust
Crush my callous soul
that refuses to cry
as your hands in a bowl
by your eyes.
I need to turn off that honesty
and hold your pain in sincerity
That object was a symbol
of my affection - simple
Now we searched and searched
everywhere and I know you
are sentimental.
Oh, how I wish I am now too.
While we look, at least let me hold your hand,
know my jokes aren't cruel, but there to land
on you, to tell you that, no golden rose
ring, could replace that hand
It was placed on.
You now wish to hide everything.
And have also lost an heirloom too,
but that is so you and I like it,
My sentimentality captured by your actions.
One day when we organise calmly
after Saint Anthony has lost his
patience with our begging or
After we have summoned it
by law of murphy,
When buying its replacement -
Your symbol will be there again
and when you find it love,
please wear it once more.
twin shore
formal cobalt
native spoke
proud lintel