His Love, Mad

His love was wild.

Day in and day out.

She was full of surprises.

She had this welcoming feeling with the way she smiled.

It openly greeted strangers who he knew did not deserve to experience such a sacred gift.

She had a broken heart.

She had a lost soul.

She had a mind that wasn't her own.

But he understood her.

The nights he took the time to listen to her cry.

The nights after work where she vented.

He understood it all.

And it drove him mad about her.

He was madly in love with her.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Wonderful flow of thoughts. You made the reader believe and understand your words and your thoughts. Thank you Marissa for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote