As tears replaced the kiss of love
With long nights of sleeping alone
That grasp the lingering scent of
A French cologne.
The study books can’t hold my mind
My heart is lost in time and space
Beyond the glass behind the blind
I see the face.
The face that turns my lips to smile
And holds my eyes within a trance
The love that makes my wait worthwhile
I long for weekends and the kiss
That through the week I sorely miss.
© JG Farmer 2014
Form; Sapphic Ode Sonnet