In love and war
I do confess
I pushed the test

With nothing more
Than a guess
And heart midwest

I kicked the door
With little stress
An uninvited guest

My love an ocean floor
And hope a treasure chest
With his name addressed

For the one I adore
Maybe in excess
Where vows professed

Inside poetry the decor
Words in luminesce
With my heart compressed

His blue eyes an oar
And motionless
Resting underneath my breast

A creed he swore
In bareness
His heart at rest

Did I restore
A hand since blessed
With one final quest

No love before
Now he does possess
The very best

© Delia Ross. 2020

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