(Written earlier this year, now released in honor of June, apparently, being an awareness month for this issue. Nonfiction.)
A shadow passed over, and in that instant I felt relief from pain I did not realize I was feeling. Then it was gone, and pain burrowed into my left temple.
This is not my first migraine. I looked at my work, unfinished. I had hoped to put in four hours today, and had gotten really into this project again. After months of burnout, I was just starting to rekindle my passion. It’s not much, but I was proud of the progress I’d made on this project the last few days. It may be some of my
Poem of love and beauty by PuzzledHeartBox, literature
Literature
Poem of love and beauty
If thine strong yet tender heart not falters at sight of such exquisite beauty,
Then thou art not of man, Nor descendant of mankind at all.
For none withstands what she so freely does bestow.
Love fragrant like no flower before;
hope springs from her bosom fair.
blossoming bud after bud.
Thou art not of man, if her appearance does not an emotion instil.
For she is beauty incarnate.
The one laid dormant in crystal-clear coffin still.
If her love does not move hearts,
Then Romeo did not love his Juliet,
Nor Tristan his Isolde.
No hope could spring inside your woeful smart.
Where love cannot blossom nor beauty exist.