16-21, 16-08

I first met her at 21

It wasn’t until later that she was at 8

Her eyes opened as soon as I arrived

She looked abysmally beautiful

I was right,

the calendar was incorrect

the hourglass was misguided

the orbit of the planet was wrong

I remember the last time I saw her

Taken away for corrections

Freely volunteered 

Escaping reality

I treasured her even more

A shooting star in the darkness of night

A double rainbow hugging the horizon

A diamond in the forgotten quarry

A four-leaf clover undiscovered

A pearl in the deepest oyster

A hand in my hand

She is my forever recipient

To everything I have to give

© 2025 David Greg Harth

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