It used to be a tradition
involving trays of coffee and desserts,
a shy, obsequious girl on display
and the chinking weight of gold.
I hid somewhere among
exploding stars and raging seas
waiting to be found.
Now the planets are aligning
but my heart isn't.
Its a winged creature
with a mind of its own
spoilt by too many dreams,
and Prince Charming looks nothing
like this. Except for the stars.
They, apparently, approve.
1 comment:
love often feels like romance and madness and the more the romance consumes us the madder we become -
like two birds in a mating ritual the more the make elaborate steps to each other the more confuse they become i assume when they tire hey lay an egg
and get on with life
good work
john
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