Room 213

A short poem for my love. Not yet finished.

Room  213 is where it starts.

Movie, dinner, a single rose for her heart.

Two queen sized beds made to sleep seperate bodies.

One of those beds made to hold but the two bodies

that were bound to fall into the conceptions of fate.

The grasp of something they coudln't fight.

Room 213 will always and forever hold the presence

of those two bodies, conformed and made to fit together as one.

To live and breathe a beautiful love.

Reviews

[N. N. Grainger]

I love the flow of it all apart from the penultimate line, I feel that if that was shortened the whole thing would flow much more constructively. Bad stuff out of the way, this make me feel kinda giddy, i'd love a date like this! I yearn for this sorta stuff: Me, my girl. No interruptions, no one to tell us what to do, no one to avoid completely away from everything in a hotel somewhere. Lordie I want this!!!