She brushes her hair, she sees it falling grey everyday
Though his head gleams, he is still her shining knight.
Nights they lie awake, nothing between them, no lies
Nothing between them but love's invincible ties
Air-brushed ladies leave him cold, hot his Helen in his sight
She floats his dream-boat, he from her shall never stray.
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[verses from a previous collection]
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𝓟oems 𝓟rismatic
Poetry''sketches that shape-shift the angle and the curve'' (line from the poem 'Contrast) Recent/new poems tend to be at the beginning of the book.
