we met on a crowded street
I didn't recognize your face
but my heart skipped a beat
my defenses crumbled
the wall fell at your feet
knowingly you step around
as you made a hasty retreat
how quickly it all changes
like the seasons full of treason
under trance of circumstance
I'm left without rhyme or reason
saw you in a photograph
we met on a crowded street
I didn't recognize your face
but my heart sure skipped a beat
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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