Would never a man choose to stand
who witness the wonder of her grace
such would be his ultimate chase
though to be sure would she demand
Might she dance upon his heart without
sweet knowledge of her own wander
while within his soul a bit of wonder,
hers a passion a man shall not doubt
He drove silent into a vacant lot this nigh,
sought only the sight of a quiet presence
some spiritual sensuality he could sense
mist shadowed figures do tease his eye.
He will look and in that single moment
in a word, a hello, sweet love’s lament
© Scott F Savage 2019
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