Monday, May 6, 2013

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My newfound love
You flew in like a dove -
A fresh whiff of white
Among all things trite.

Hope you stay new
Till my decisions are due;
So I enjoy the uncertain
Till the future drops its curtain.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

The freshness of new,
Oh! can find a lucky few.
You're now blessed with one,
Don't you leave it for none.
Hope you ride your luck,
How others feel? now, don't give a fuck!