Earrings.
Earrings,
That I bought you
On Christmas Eve.
Sparkling in duet
With your eyes,
Hypnotise.
Fragrant candles
A festive spirit
Do weave.
As fireside flames
Chase hidden shadows
I fantasize.
With earrings,
You were adorned.
When our hearts danced
At our restaurant rendevous.
Blue, enhanced,
Like droplets
From your soul.
You glittered
As sunlit morning dew.
I stole
The scented softness
Of your cheek.
With a kiss.
Bathed in an evening
Of mystique,
Our unbridled bliss.
Yet sweetness
Of the memory stings.
Circumstance
Then cut our wings.
And you never again
Wore those blue earrings.
poem by Kevin East
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