love hung in her closet

Love is a dress
But it’s the woman inside
Who fills it out
And makes love my reality
Within her arms

The Lonely Author



love hung in her closet


Love hung in her closet
like a lonely dress
no longer in style
If I told her
that dress was made for her
would she wear it
one more time
She looks beautiful in love
She wears it well
One day I may tell her
Perhaps, I never will
If I don’t
it will always hurt
to know
Love hung in her closet
it was never worn
for me

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2 thoughts on “love hung in her closet

    1. Your welcome! It was your poem that inspired my poetic comment. πŸ™‚ Now that I’m not working I have more time to work on my blog(s). Thank you for the inspiration and yes she is indeed gorgeous. πŸ™‚


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