timeless

hands so fine
I dare not hold
face so smooth
your age untold

style and grace
that ne’er grow old
faithful and true
as the years unfold

I profess my love —
may I be so bold —
of my clock, so long
as its battery charge holds

 

 

 

clock a


In response to NaPoWriMo early-bird prompt: write a poem in the form of a love letter… to an object.

About Maggie C

Stained glass artist, writer, respecter of life.
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4 Responses to timeless

  1. Peggy Lemmer says:

    Your muse lent you a hand for at least a second or two.

    Liked by 1 person

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