Opal
by Lord R.e. Taylor
I look at that flower
Just outside my door
A beautiful bluish rose
Seeing it makes me remember
The first time I saw your eyes
As blue as the most perfect opal
The first words we ever said
And the look when I first kissed you
I remember all of that and so much more
Everything that makes you who you are
A proud, independent woman
One the world should be proud to have
And the woman I am honoured to love
© Poem – XXX/V/MMXXVI
LRET
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