DYING WITHOUT YOUR LOVE

DYING WITHOUT YOUR LOVE

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

As beautiful as a woman can be

the gentle wind of age and storm falls rain

and upon the birth of flowers

your beauty remains the breath of mine

tho’ my lungs be Gods … I am an admirer of yours.

Fragile attempts are earmarks

for these lips will not arc without yours .. seeing

the way I view your bosom  … will a man

work his life away for the beauty of a woman?

Ravishing and alluring …

I would die without your love …