I ponder now, tonight, if there is such
A thing as fleeting love: a wish that we,
But interweaved in paths, could be as much
Endeared to a degree to be our spree.
For I, uncomely, see! A lighting glow
Across the room illumines yet! And you!
Your mild, alluring face lures me to know
What lies beyond your charming eyes' sweet hue!
Could I, a mere impression, see you there-
Wherever we may intersect again-
And learn about your past, perhaps, yea, e're
Our trodden roads allow us to attain
A sweet connection-We!-to jointly live?
Reunion is what fate doth rarely give..
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Not From Chicago.
PoetryThis is a collection of my best poetry in my opinion! I hope you enjoy, whoever may paint their eyes over the letters and words I've arranged! PS-This book includes poems from "A World In Words" by yours truly. Go check out the other book, if you li...
