Posted in Poems

a love tale

There lived once a guy
Who had a breath…
Not that no one else breathes,
As you all know.
But his breath differs.
Exceptional.

Well, along his path
Came a damsel
With the power to make his breath count

He is the breather
And she is the witch

She wields the power to make a heart skip it’s rhythm
And her face shines the light that blinds your vanity
Her craft is not hostile
And her powers spark honest fires

The appearance of The Fairest
Made the breather breathe

The witch is The Fairest

The breather…
There is magic in his breath
And like the story of our Genesis
Their love became a living being
So real,
Morning stars sang together
And leapt for joy
So real,
Can only be compared to Eden in
All her beauty.

No one knows the end of this tale.
I do not know myself.

The ancient Breather still has a breath
And his lady still makes it count.

‘Seye Maj

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A lover of Jesus, music and poetry. Wordsmith; 'cos I believe in the power of words.

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