Love Is A Ghost
My love who is a ghostShall find me waiting at Death's Door
My will in the post
My riches given to the poor
Souls who dream of Light like she became
A silver chalice chased in flesh silken wove
What never knows what is in a name
Who becomes The Night that writes my love
Only memories playing musical scores
Rainy days clouds are straying as it pours
She shall find me waiting at Deaths Door
My love who is a ghost ?
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2017-10-26 at 16:06
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