Kara
Kara rhymes with Tara
as if in Gone With the Wind
half my wicked age
constant reminder of sin
she looks at me with eye's
of wonder
could my thoughts of her
cause God to thunder
My fear of her I cannot rest
each time I see her becomes a test
yet love her with a love
that doesn't touch
I must admit doesn't do much
Last nite I sought her in my sin
without any refusal I wondered in
and with what I saw I couldn't begin
the image of my daughter kicked in
my daughter, my daughter has a twin
my Kara sweet Kara
Gone with the wind.
Copyright © John Loving Iii | Year Posted 2020
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