Looking at her
I see a window into a better world
One with abundant love
Among all
And it transforms me
Inspires me
The view is a place where
I want to grow old
I want to sit by her window
The rest of my days
There I want to
Watch the rain
The storms
Write romance novels
Sip a coffee or cocktail
See the runoff of pain
My old self she slain
She is engraved in the new me
She helped create
Looking at her
I see a window
Back to my innate state
By any other window
I'd sit with it forever draped
Only her light glows just right
Across my face
About the Creator
J.M. Powell
You can make anything by writing. -C.S. Lewis
I'm a current undergraduate English with Track in Creative Writing major.
My passion is to spread what it means to love.
My published chapbooks of poetry: Quantum Leap Overmorrow
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