My Love Is Not a Blinding Blizzard
My love is not a blinding blizzard, after all,
Descending quickly, sweeping you off your feet,
As though we were forever predestined to meet,
Then hurriedly moving on to another’s faint call.
My love comes slowly, more like a snail’s crawl
Slowly building momentum each time we embrace
Every time I touch your hand or see your face,
For I am one who follows old-fashioned protocol.
Do not think I’ll be the common suitor you’ve had
Who came on strong and quickly turned your head
But then behaved like a suave, but merciless, cad
Thinking only of enticing you into his lustful bed
I am listening while you tell of past amours, so sad,
But, I have found you, my love, and my heart is glad.
written February 4, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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