A Little Seasoning (3 of 5)

We didn't meet until the fall, 
 although I'd seen you in July, 
 but you were just another girl, 
 and I another passing guy, 

Then came the season of our love 
 which happened then, and happens still: 
 for though we change as time sees fit, 
 I loved you then, and

 Always

 
 Will

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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