''Think of Me''
Why thus my love spill over like rain?
Yet not returned.
Her pale cream complexion turned a blush amber rose.
Fate awaits in the distance.
The boy in the grove stands mute.
As he looks consumed in a daydream.
Still steady picking lush fruit to eat.
Will paths cross?
Or with every moment missed forever be lost.
Copyright © Kacey Greenlee | Year Posted 2011
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