ROSES, Or, What It Is To Be Loved Well & For Long | a poem by a Faust

ROSES

Or What It Is To Be Loved Well & For Long

a poem by a Faust

the love of my life roses gave all to me

at fourteen minutes to eleven at night

I didn’t know how ...the money... ...How can we?

 He said, you can do what you want, its allight—

 (Like Morticia, perversities, would I happily)

Eyes sparking a mischief playful and good

(do to roses, as my Gomez said usually)

I suddenly knew — how we could.

— They were on sale, I guessed from his smiling

They are beautiful, I said. Beautiful. Like you 

(How much, I still tried not to be thinking...)

Now he pulls them out, in a pretty vase too —

(He is kissing me with his eyes.) They were free.

It was an hour before Trader Joes closed, Valentines 

(I love him so much, how well he knows me)

The night unexpected now perfect besides.

Prayer For The Enemy Of Seeming Distant Evil

Prayer For The Enemy Of Seeming Distant Evil 

@M_BinA7mad #poem by @femalefaust

perspicacity an evident Virtue

greatness displayed in restraint

speak about falsehoods but True

educate action but feint

by Angels escorted, this creature of Thine

blue eyed hunter protected by Power divine

The Love Of My Life Is Proof | a poem by a Faust

 #TheLoveOfMyLifeIs proof 

of the Divine, should I want it yet ever or need; 

Even as against cruel elements, roof; 

Even as is, against evil misdeed, 

Or 'gainst betrayal perfidious, Truth, 

Or misunderstanding by accident planned,

Or carelessness more short of sight sure, & less ruth,

Or thorough the overwhelmingly just-cannot-stand,

See your Love patient & honest, clearsighted, 

Seeing you better yet still unaffrighted

dedicated to My Love

by a female Faust