This and More

[Rook]

Hello.

This is my second post here and my first poem.

This and more

Once upon in Boston Street,
There lived a girl so fair and sweet,
So warm and radiant a redhead whom I did adore,
And this grim task I take with care,
For there is insufficient flair,
In verse I craft as I record this piece of lore.

For she was this and much more.

So tender were her velvet lips,
And with her perfect span of hips,
Her gracious walk was nothing I had seen before,
She was a love-induced mirage,
The lines of her décolletage,
Such pizazz no breathing man could ignore.

Yes she was this and much more.

Her heart to me she gave away,
An oath sworn on summer’s day,
The brightest years I had never lived before,
Until a bleak December night,
My precious love-induced mirage,
A heartbeat later it shattered across the polished floor,

That was it and nothing more.

In sorrow I felt the stormy skies,
Anticipating my demise,
A drowning man five feet away from homely shore,
Slow descent with no refuge,
Under the might of the deluge,
Knee bent prepared to touch upon the ocean’s floor.

I was this and nothing more.