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A lot about love i can tell,
Its sweet memories still flow in me like from a dale,
Either good or bad i believe twas all well.
Gaily the birds sang swinging their tails,
When by introduction i saw her walking down the hall with her face veiled.
Her submissive smile never made my courage fail.
Believe me many looked up to our love's trail,
Trying to make it work well.
This is how i can tell the tale,
And remember my love story in a nut shell.

by Clekxy Toth

Comments (1)

A refined poetic imagination, Clekxy. You may like to read my ars poetica named, Poetic Sense-1.. Thank you.