Gosh, I wish I could tell you that I wrote this about someone, but alas, I did not.
Ringlets of coppery hair cascade
around deep, pastel eyes -
a window to the soul
from the very bond we made
and I sit, spellbound;
Lost within the attraction...
Heeding naught time, which flies
As I scarcely register its toll
or debts waiting to be paid;
Sweet, sweet satisfaction!
Memorie sears my mind
crying, sometimes kind.
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I thought this was about someone....
Memorie seared my mind.
[Poets never fess up ;-)]
Good to see ya, Nav!
Welcome,
come often, stay long :-)
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