Like A Crook

I will never have you
for you’re wrapped red.
But your beauty it has
unknown raised dead.

Can we be civil as we
pass each of us in streets?
Would we ever wing us
upon talons to our sleep?

Coincidence is God’s way
of him to be anonymous I
have hope a smile is what
comes from inside an eye.

It won’t be so if you please
release me from a trance
that has raptured me to the
full boundary circumstance.

Is it a coincidence I don’t
know if we can handle
the intense flame arose it
in my mind is so ample.

The red is a great hook
it lures the eyes to look
but I won’t ever be mistook
I stole a look like a crook.

With Love,

Jared

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Harley Reborn says:

    Whomever this is about is a lucky lady! Well done Jared

    Liked by 1 person

    1. J.Michael says:

      Thank you H. 😁

      Like

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