Lovers
One love is never enough
The road ahead
is full of handsome strangers
Each with a gift in hand
To teach you more about yourself
Make the most of this youthful time
In order to find the one true love
Who has the gift of fifty years in hand…?
Kissed
He sent me flowers kissed with love
My eyes too blind to see
I let true love pass me by
Thirty years of loneliness
A broken heart
Time returned on summer bench
As breadcrumbs carelessly flew
Across his feet
The ducks they swarmed
A ready apology on my lips
Never spoken
His eyes I met…
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