Possibility

How wonderful it is to be reminded constantly
Of the possibility of you and the possibility of me

The morning dew on the fresh cut grass outside
And the bright sun beams on my face after noon abide

Even the cold night breeze against my cheek seem to woo
Seem to bring all my thoughts and contemplation to you

It is as though the universe has conspired in secret to remind me
Of your feel and your touch and the possibility of what might be

by Warren Augustus de Guzman

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Excellent. You definately have talent, the more you write the more it will come out.