In the hush of eve’s unfolding,
amidst days now worn thin,
a weary spirit takes its leave—
hope, like dawn, begins to break
across these weary hours (tonight),
where faith escapes my grasp,
and love, too, seems distant,
yet my yearning still holds fast.
Why can’t i can’t forget you
and take you within me
YOU don’t love like i love you
how i knew; never wore your ring
I should hate you ;
Why is beauty so obscure?
:: 02.04.2024 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 