He Still Loves Me

Through stretches of my skin,

And words that I didn’t mean,

He still loves me.

Through heartbeats in my affliction,

And glow during my elation,

He still loves me.

When the blue sky has turned yellow,

Wide roads get narrow,

African jazz sounds mellow,

Japan sunset is making a crescendo,

He still loves me.

When my nice handwriting gets crooked,

In the last chapter of my book,

He still loves me.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s