You Will Be Forever Mine (Taylor Coen-Lafayette, LA)

Glimmering eyes and gilded hair

I gaze upon.

You look away from your innocence

Kept hidden.

Did I take your innocence away?

Or did thou take it away from thy self?

You tell me to look in the mirror

But all I see is a man.

How can we see different images

Through the same window?

I look upon thee and see memories

Of another day.

Freed fields of red and white

And yellow and pink

And as many shades that are in between,

We sit below the stems of Beauty

And stare at the sky passing by.

I look upon thee and see memories.

That is captured for another day.

Today, the Roses smell

Oh so sweet.

I know thou adore the Springtime,

And the flowers are blooming.

Mr. William calls out to you

Through my voice below.

He attracts your taste

With mine behind.

There is no hiding from fate.

One more chance and

I can show thee.

You push the flowers

Towards my stench.

I call to you through

Shaken words.

The Speare stands in my hand

The moment gone.

I no longer breathe…

Your scent.

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