like monsoon falling on the desert sand
it blows in quick--never like you planned
the rug pulled out from where you stand
you're just not sure how you will land
love is like this--always a surprise
never quite like you had surmised
right before your very eyes
it's like a hidden Cracker Jack prize
you can search both high and low
looking in the hearts of friend and foe
maybe it's someone you didn't know
that lights, the fire that makes you glow
light my fire...stoked high and hot
bring back the love that I forgot
each petal--loves me, loves me not
this is the true one that I sought
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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