A Lover's Lament
-a weak attempt at Iambic Pentameter-
The scent of steam and brewing of coffee
As he rolls over in the bed, awake
I've never seen a person so lovely
His eyes a dark blue, like the deepest lake
And the morning paper or evening news
Printed in fine bold or loud as a scream
Cannot distract from your aura, my muse
Won't wake me up from this beautiful dream
The brightness and shine of your sweetest smile
The rise in your chest, the fall as you laugh
you made plans of walking me down the aisle
An innocent sheep, I follow your staff
But you're deep in the ground, up in the sky
I'm stuck here on earth, without a goodbye
As he rolls over in the bed, awake
I've never seen a person so lovely
His eyes a dark blue, like the deepest lake
And the morning paper or evening news
Printed in fine bold or loud as a scream
Cannot distract from your aura, my muse
Won't wake me up from this beautiful dream
The brightness and shine of your sweetest smile
The rise in your chest, the fall as you laugh
you made plans of walking me down the aisle
An innocent sheep, I follow your staff
But you're deep in the ground, up in the sky
I'm stuck here on earth, without a goodbye