Poem of the Week: Love By Numbers

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

For every quarter past One

I’m thinking of only one

For every quarter past Two

You look too beautiful to be true

For every quarter past Three

I miss the beauty between you and me

For every quarter past Four

I’ll be loving you more and more

For every quarter past Five

Your voice elevates and keeps me alive

For every quarter past Six

She shines like  eight lited candle sticks

For every quarter past Seven

Beautiful she is, like an angel taking a walk out of heaven.

For every quarter past Eight

Wishing we were perfect soul mate

For every quarter past Nine

I’m thinking and writing you a love rhyme

For every quarter past Ten

In a memory lane, thinking about things we did way back then

For every quarter past Eleven

Cascading her hair, dark like a black raven

And For every quarter past Twelve

I’m  alone in the dark saying this all by myself