though it was a while ago,
she can still remember when
every sight was hers and clear,
but she wondered, even then,
if the promises were true:
and she would find the love
that she was due.
those days were free: but still she strove
to work in joy and joy in work;
and love snuck up on her one day
dressed in a tie, and with a smirk,
that covered up a heart of gold.
it's really wild:
love comes, but never
in the clothes
we dreamed of as
a child
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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