My New Love

My new love is dark and round,
And tart. She fills me full of joy.
Said to have been born in Greece,
I'd bet she comes from California.
Nonetheless, she dazzles me at
Lunch, and, sometimes, also
Dinner. I'm not sure how I had
Lived before she came. I do know
Now that my existence lacks
For flavor without Olive near.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-11-20 at 23:26

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It sounds like a beautiful love story...

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Canít get enough of her either😜