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One

One cold October morning long ago;
I wandered, without purpose, through that gate.
My mind was full of anger, even hate,
But all at once you came to me, and so…
The odds were slim, but then I didn't know;
Our meeting must have been of wondrous fate.
And so it was back then, but now too late;
There only was one chance for this to go.
I still remember times which you might not;
So small, yet such remarkable insight.
My hopes diminished, though; they're all but gone…
Those possibilities I never forgot.
Time passed in darkness but it still shines bright
And I still know that you're the only one.

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  1. Date: 5/26/2012 5:51:00 AM

    So sad and still so lovely poem George, well written. - oxox Anne-Lise

  1. Date: 5/26/2012 3:17:00 AM

    wow - to think that the ONE has slipped through your fingers and the opportunites lost is sad. Everyone searches for their 'ONE' it's very ellusive but so rare. Kisses and hugs. Great poem