A Chance Perhaps
No one had figured such a miracle
As the wandering eye of hunger refined
For he whom shall dine of such an explicit degree
Surely her hand to him would be
To wander of cinnamon sugar divine
Her walk of elegance a likely sign
Might she glance where eyes lock tight
Or once again a dream lost of sight
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2023
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