North Bound Twister
He compared her to a north bound twister.
Leveling most everything in her path
On waking hours he rarely missed her
While she was studying courses on math
She was always tanning her skin to bronze
Her path was chaotic on her calling
Of wishes on coins tossed into ponds
She’d make bets on stars that would be falling
When it was time to shine she was a jaguar
Always fighting against the ruthless shade
Living in the moment as a live-wire
Olympiad she was finally made
He adored her with all his tender heart
So now he knew that they would never part
by Paul Keenan
06/15/2011
Sonnets, Sonnets, everywhere!
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