over the crowd, there grew a hush
most of them betting against the laud
thinking me just another fraud
never one to show much grace
no hint of smile upon my face
serious 'bout what I had to do
to capture all there was of you
nothing was gonna hold me back
reeling in the length of slack
never fighting the hook that caught
not one action was for naught
not an option, not a game
nor a trophy with some fame
the only prize for which I called
in it for a very long haul
leaving all the rest behind
they could not see, they were too blind
but you saw right off from the start
looking deep into my heart
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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