Of Lisa
Of Lisa
My mind it melded perfectly,
a half hour difference birthday see,
our eyes did lock intensively,
my soul within me shook.
And shuddered is it thee?
My soul-mate of the book?
and I was swimming hooked,
entranced each word partook,
as it was spoken, we?
Lost in the depths of she,
two souls the lovers look,
lost in her eyes was me,
do soul-mates swim till hooked?
Or wait for eternity,
check-mated history?
Chook,
does the wood-axe wait for thee:}
Don Johnson
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2015
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