Black ink and sunbeams poetry

You, desirable

according to the nature

of unusual things,

free from ambition,

shake loose the spinning gear

the altruistic cannot see,

that which lays beyond their best

intentions became the foundation

of her misery

my love,

your footprints, a

convergence of fate and fortune

are your own,

unable to be claimed or plundered

by another

you, like me,

have earned that

much