I will not mention her right hand, I did
Since ’tis her left hand that I often hold
When we walk together from here to there
To usually end up back in our bed.
Glee engulfs me as I feel like a kid
Who has learned to love her and become bold
Whenever she smiles or turns red somewhere
After I touch her beauty in my head.
I feel her love shining through her right lid
Illuminating my heart’s Anthi mould
When she looks at me as if in a dare
To tell her what there is now to be said.
O Anthi Kanéna, my chest is full
And with you, I always feel wonderful.
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Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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Beautiful love poem!