Wednesday 10 June 2020

In the mystery of soon

Every moment I think of you,
The strains of a song filter through,
In my mind, I always see your face,
Unlike the lyrical lines of good emotion,,
You have never had a smile out of place,
Not once the appearance of contortion,
And for the tears, I could easily trace,
It was for the love we celebrate.
O boy, I tell you, I really miss you,
No one can tell what we’re going through,
For I do long to touch and kiss your face,
Let loose this rather pent up emotion,
When we return to our lovely place,
The sight of you erases all contortion,
As my heart to yours is more than a trace,
In the mystery of soon, we’ll celebrate.

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