It's a Wonder
It's a wonder,
indeed it is
her hand in yours, not his.
The rhythmic beating of your heart
desperate to speak but dare not
for fear of betrayal fearing the start,
that love is more than just a chemical spark
and every glance you take
is but a ritualistic dance and embrace faked
that plays a game of hide and seek
worthy of attempts and repeats
each that may or may not be
beginnings of the romance trot.
Copyright © Dm Babbit | Year Posted 2020
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