she d ❤ es scrimshaw she does scrimshaw on roses, her velvety touch, she does marvelous work maybe a little too much she uses red ones and white ones and pink ones too you'd be amazed at the carving that she can do she engraves love symbols, like hearts and flowers she can do this so long, for hours and hours she started her scroll-work in another place, too lately she carves on my heart, what can i do? my heart trembles and shivers when she sculpts away she's taken to doing this everyday she carefully, softly, carves with her scrimshander's art i can feel the markings when we're apart deftly, her fine tools carve and create i sit still for her artwork, no matter how late she's engraved her name in the center, so deep she said it's forever, it's there for keeps i never objected and i never will her artistry enthralls me her love ever fills © 2015 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ More love poetry here.
"Always be a poet, even in prose." ~ Charles Baudelaire