Looking For You
Just when the day’s shade closes in
Beneath the pleasant hush of night,
I find a secret box; I grin
With the thought it is darn forthright;
To unlock the key that’s well kept-
Your emerald necklace, my gift;
Maybe so treasured still, except
These fingers grasp a plane ticket .
Though our love is near the edge
Of slicing the most bitter hour;
While an amend much late the pledge—
I drop your favourite flower.
A secret box, your favorite flower, a plane ticket
28th Dec, 2015
For Contest, Laura Loo
Combination Of Three Words
Copyright © Jajosh Ongado | Year Posted 2015
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