One Fateful Chance
Lingering, we watch the quays
Rambling by the old seaside,
On brisk yet fluid August days
While gazes caught waves on a ride;
To mirror our bewitched displays
Like sighs, whispered low the tide.
Held by the light of moon’s flare
Compelled to cite, expose a trance;
You pinned a rose along my hair
O destined sign for lush romance;
And right then, you wished to declare
One love’s debut, one fateful chance!
7/14/2015
Isaiah Zerbt's Contest Quartets
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2015
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