In enticing enchantment,
A prince does appear,
Unsure of advancement,
Intentions unclear.
We'll talk on for hours,
We'll learn each other so well,
Building bridges not towers,
Just enjoying the thrill.
A dance for the ages,
The memory will live on,
In words over pages,
Til the end of all dawns.
But as dusk turns to morrow,
And the sun comes again,
Bliss turns to sorrow,
No more than a friend.
In the end we both knew,
It would happen this way,
Our time; it was through,
But it was one hell of a day.
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Poetry
PoetryA collection of poems written by me. Please enjoy. I would love some feed back. Please leave comments. <3
