What You MeanA Poem by Lydia Shutterartwork courtesy of art majeur If I were a flowering plant I’d gladly share my topsoil with you If I were a silken blouse You'd be chosen as my sleeve If I were an astronaut I’d ask the stars to spell your name Sparkling every night I will be your confidante When secrets need to be voiced And your defender When the world gangs up on you
So, mon amour, when you teeter on the edge of night Let me be your safety net because All the evocative poetry in the universe is truly not sufficient To tell you what you truly mean to me © 2023 Lydia ShutterFeatured Review
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