POEM: Prints

At first, I looked at them.

With great character.

But, they went away like a feather.

You printed very carefully.

Like you had a portrait.

I could not wait.

To get more prints.

But, you insist.

Not to, anymore.

Where could my amor.

Be.

Maybe she had a new ador.

I wish her the best.

Guess.

Of her life.

You will always be there.

But, you are still fine.

But, your spirit, and soul is ugly.

I wish your soul melts.

Good thing I do not have to deal or felt.

You anymore.

FIN