I hear the words, she won't declare,
My mind ploys my heart,
She utters not a vowel of love,
Her silence is an art.
I dream of that vertable love,
That taunts the virile mind,
I seem to linger for her love,
But, I espy not a sign.
For, deep inside her stolen heart,
Spread Jemima wings await,
for her preferable man to ride,
For, I was much too late.
I used to be timid of love,
True love, I'd always shun,
But, when I found one, I was late,
The better man had won.

story of my life

Hi Chummers..... good to see you back. I missed you my friend. You are in my thoughts and prayers sweetie.

I do... often.

There are moments in life when you really miss someone that you want...

to pick them from your dreams and hug them for real!

Hope you all dream of that someone

***sigh***
Were you only closer...
Have a wonderful day! I wish you well in your search.

chummers....

Would love to know why this is on your mind...

*sigh* *swoon*

I love a poet! Great job, Chummers...one day you'll win!