Our Own....

A stormy night, all alone,

My lady at work, chained to a phone,

A dream now known,

A love to hone,

A new passion we have shown.

My tattered heart she's sewn,

In my arms, she's home,

We are each other's own.

Author's Note

This is the first thing I have written in several months. I know it is rough as hell, so give me your honest opinions.

Reviews

[Walk away slow poet]

This is so wonderful, I enjoyed this

[Another Relic]

A fine poem. these thoughts put to the page are like a snapshot of your heart in a caring moment. Well done.

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Ah this is so wonderful, I liked this, so lovely.

[emmajoy]

Each of these lines could be the title to a book's chapter, eg. ch. 1, A stormy night, all alone .. there's distinct meter running first to last, clever, simple.