you are still beautiful
why did I let it go
you are still a spark
you are still infectious
you’re the kindling
to a dormant fire
you’re a church
for a dreamier spire
you are still beautiful
why did I let it go
right now;
they talk of bad weather
yet somehow;
i have to hold it together
the future remains uncertain
it never says never
you are still beautiful
James Garratt – February 2008
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 