Because I couldn’t just give up
Let my fingers slip from yours-
The heart would – bleed from a bullet
Had he walked through these doors.
Such emotion ‘neath the rough exterior
Let me thaw this icy stare
We dreamed of something rare – special
I’ll take my chances – ’cause I dare.
Let’s look beyond our differences
Come lets pull out a chair
He stood up before I could respond
Twirled me joyfully into the air.
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Form: Common Meter
Posted on Meeting the Bar @ dVerse Poets Pub
& posted on the Tuesday Platform @ Real Toads