Luck Trumps Good Sense

You were an ill-chosen love,
The latest of a line of women,
Each too young and much too
Lovely, each with better things
To do than salve a strange and
Needy man, and, from the first,
I gathered that, but months
Have passed, and you remain.
You've made it clear you want
Me close, and, thus, though
I knew I was foolish when I
Chose to come to you, you
Have, to my great surprise,
Made me a happy man.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-03-14 at 01:10

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