In the quiet of the night,
When all is dark and still,
I think of you, my love,
And the earring of my heart fills.
It's a precious adornment,
A symbol of our love,
A constant reminder
Of the blessings from above.
The earring of my heart,
Glimmers with each beat,
And echoes the rhythm
Of the love that we complete.
It's a delicate treasure,
That I hold so dear,
A testament to our passion,
A love that's forever clear.
The earring of my heart,
Is a symbol of our bond,
A promise to love fiercely,
And to always be fond.
So let us cherish this gift,
This earring of our love,
And wear it with pride,
As we journey hand in glove.
For it shines with every beat,
And resonates in every part,
The earring of my heart,
A treasure close to my heart.
About the Creator
The Easy Job
Sheets of bank paper float on drafts of air. Wind rushes from vacant spaces where glass panes used to be. Last images of a life lost. The bank manager's eyes stare at me from where he fell on the floor. His mouth moves slightly in desperate gasps for air, he won't get. A lake of red expands across marble tiles. All of his tomorrows are gone, and so are mine.
By The Invisible Writer6 days ago in Fiction
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