WHAT ISN'T SEEN
I tend to believe the invisibleThe unseen more than touch
Except a kiss for no reason
Her good judgement of character
Nothing by chance, luck not so
People bless you just because
Why the passage wisdom hides
Our duty is to ride the wave
To be so bold approach me
I slept her vision, special dream
Loved her scent unique design
A woman's girlish ways flirting
She played my face piano grandiose
Tinkering long clicked my reset switch
Her mouth fit my lips with perfection
Our dice threw only seven and elevens
How and why wasn't necessary
Soliloquies leave dirt on the mirror
In the past we were true lovers
Today is just like all the others
She tends to believe my poetry
Line by line reading her mind
We share a special kind of flow
Hearts beating the same rhythm
Copyright, Nathaniel London Jr. 2013
All rights reserved by author 2013
Poetry by France England
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Written on 2013-02-01 at 20:58
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