A Pretty Thought

One must not be disenchanted when one
Finds one's dulcet phrases in the garbage
With the flowers and the icky printed cards.
One must never say, “I'm destined always
To be one,” and lose hope that he'll find
Someone. The lore suggests each one has
One, who'll take to heart his dulcet words,
And keep his cards and flowers, one who
Can, by coming through the room, revive
The one who hasn't won, and, leave him
Rapt and wrapped in arms, and certain
One the other has enchanted.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-04-05 at 21:33

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