That BlokeA Poem by While the blossoms still cling
The wind rustles through the trees
Along with the soft hum of bees
I sing as I hold his hand
He transports me to a magical land
We laugh, we joke
What a great bloke
But the sun soon begins to set
And I begin to fret
But not without new friends
Winter sets in
While I think of things that could have been
Pain and sorrow nestle in my brain
I am forever treading down that lane
Years go by,
Without even a "hi"
After a while,
Another summer rolls by
I see his face,
As we rush to embrace
Another summer, alongside him
I live life on a whim
Life is good
As with you it should.
© 2012 While the blossoms still cling
Added on June 28, 2012
Last Updated on June 28, 2012
While the blossoms still cling
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