THE BRIDE
To your daily commands I obey
Your name my breath convey
The image of other girls my eyes betray
Thus your presence my tongue pray
Calm o’ bride – the bride of every day
I caught my lips voting to decay
Let the cloud in your face rain today
And or in your mouth launch a cafe;
My thirst for cups of coffee on tray
What the blinks of my eyes portray
© Newland
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