Poetry

A Relationship

her eyes questioning,
insecure in their beauty,
pleading for an answer I am unable to give,
feelings hidden,
pulsing just below the surface,
evident in her restless fingers,
and furrowed brow,
love ebbs and flows,
the depth,
truly never known.

Douglas Polk

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