His Girl of Innocence

His Girl of Innocence short poem

Innocent dream he was, untouched by the pain
Happy like a child he flew once
People slapped, some bullied,
But with his magnificent innocence he smiled
His heart pained…

A day came, hell of a day it was,
This boy got taken away
From what had been his virtue,
Called innocence, was now left at an unknown bay
Angry he stood against the tide,
To show the world what they had ripe…

Chaos his soul suffered,
And regretted his heart,
But somewhere smiled a part,
Of that same innocent heart,
Every night he prayed…

Came a girl, charm she had,
With that same warmth, innocence and love,
That tore his shambles of pain,
Making his suffering, forever drift apart…

Infinite he now loves her, with a promise,
Of being that same innocent person,
Spreading the love as the light from the sun…

Her love is what he breathes,
Her smile is the beat of his heart,
Innocent and pure is their bond,
Locked by the hold of their hands…
When he sees himself in her eyes,
Limits are not even the skies…

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Long time since we read from you @Vish_Shar and its nice to have you back..Your poetry retains its quality of fluidity of words and honesty of expression through simple language.

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