Perfect

We stand together

Our hands held

Sharing a secret love

 

We kiss

The orange sunset

A burst of flames

 

Our love a secret

Never to be told

Unheard of

 

Like a spy she was

The mission of truth

I the daughter, the victim of love

 

She tells me

"Mother knows best,

He's nothing but a fool"

 

She's afraid

Not wanting a life like hers

Her husband gone at the sign of birth

 

"I love him"

A promise

Kept forever

 

Mother sees the burning flame

Her expression worried, yet happy

For all she has left is me

 

"How was it"

A soft question

Seeking truth

 

I smile

Feeling the kiss once again

"It was perfect"

Reviews

[Star Cross]

Your style of writing has captivated me from the beginning to the last sentence and word. The small descriptions you placed in the poem fits in very well. Honestly, you have potential to become a great writer.

[darkgurl]

"Like a spy she was
The mission of truth
I the daughter, the victim of love" Love these lines right here, this is a wonderful write here,
"She tells me
"Mother knows best,
He's nothing but a fool" Love this too, Mothers know everything you know that, this is a wonderful write.

[Poeticpiers]

Moms are like that they worry.But we all have to make our own way through life and take our lumps I hope that perfect stays perfect