~The spark that fires my heart~
My Indian princess,calls on my phone.
What she ask me,
if I am ready to come home.
She ask where I been,
through the past couple years.
I tell her I was,
out forgetting her tears.
She tells me that ,
she still holds my soul.
and explains to me,
I left her UN whole.
I listened to what,
she softly had to say.
I was more her than just,
a roll in in the hay.
My heart lifted up,
I remembered her grace,
suddenly i caught,
a glimpse of her face.
my eyes welded up,
as she strengthened my soul,
she ask me to come back,
I told her I don't know.
I hung up my phone,
I pondered on she said,
she rekindled a spark,
that turned into fire.
that still rages deep,
and lifts me up higher!
~Inkmaster~
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.