Incomparable

Should the impossible occur, and you and I
At once escape the cells in which we've
Been imprisoned all our lives, and if I came
Upon the cash, I'd ask you where you'd
Like to go, and, if you said a theme park,
I would swallow hard, and lead you into
One. If you said Paris, we would rush
To see if, as so many say, it is the city made
For lovers. We could view the Taj Mahal,
And tell ourselves our epic love, so often
Threatened from without, is just so tragic
As the death of she whose husband
Built that thing. We could gape at
Angel Falls, but, really, what I'd want
To do is find a place for us to be
All by ourselves, so I could stare into
The face I find more lovely than I
Would these places you and I
Won't ever go.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-08-19 at 00:16

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