You are the cloak I chose.
Like any protective visage,
there has been assault and wear
even great care cannot hide now.
You have served as a symbol
for some suitor’s best day,
and other’s worst.
This mask you made
almost convinced me.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
You are the cloak I chose.
Like any protective visage,
there has been assault and wear
even great care cannot hide now.
You have served as a symbol
for some suitor’s best day,
and other’s worst.
This mask you made
almost convinced me.