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