Sunday, March 2, 2014

Oh Caroline


In your eyes of blue I find respite!
Blonde hair never smelled sweeter than honey in the trees
before I met you
Your lips I have kissed in my mind 
a time or two
but feeling your heartbeat next to mine
‘’not yet’’ you whisper
‘’Ok.’’
I reply.
I would keep myself chaste for you for twenty six more years
Just as long as you say 
Sweet darling that you will be mine
All mine!

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