Force love sonnets out
of my lips. Make me feel
at bliss because somehow
love still exists.
Treat me like a child have
my imagination run wild.
Tell me fairy tales or any
mediocre lie.
Don’t let my hope
run dry. Hurry before
autumn leaves fall and
I’m lost in colors.
My senses are at a fail.
The enchanted scenery
he describes does not set
inside this mind
for I have lost you, a thought
love of mine. No amount of his
foreign kisses can replace
the comfort I found
in yours.
© 2009 Raquel Reyes-Lopez