"Why not leap before I look?",
I asked, and called a number in my book,
(Would, one day, I be on the hook?)
and surprisingly this lady, fair,
said, "Yes, I would love to meet you there".
(Would I be caught, unaware?)
Her eyes, her lips, her voice, so sweet -
I was a dog, expecting a treat.
(But was I in trouble, deep?)
Soon, I thought I was in love
with my little turtle dove.
(Was it from below or above?)
Her dream was to be a bride.
Soon we stood side by side.
(Would it be an E-ticket ride?)
We lived happily of course...
until we got a divorce -
(two hundred thousand reasons for remorse).
She is the reason I smile sometimes,
and feel way down,
deep inside of me.
Mysterious , a glimpse of a face
or a smile on the same,
can cause this kind of glee.
I have taken to doing the silliest things,
not a clue to reason ,
or to rhyme.
The eyes are the window to the soul,
and these green
have surely ensnared mine.
If this window be left open to crack,
and a single tear falls in pain.
I feel the hurt and loneliness,
left standing,
in the heartless rain.
This affliction leaves me tongue tied,
tied in knots,
standing on my head.
I cannot find the definition,
in any of the books I've read.
It's an E-ticket ride,
on a rollercoaster,
running straight to the heart.
Through the dips and bumps,
through lifes ' curves
tis a journey I am a part.
For me ,it's not just the journey,
not knowing ,whats around the bend.
It's the place where life leads,
and where my footsteps end.
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