Between us and a romantic confluence,
stood like a dam,
our personas,
child-like hers and uncle-like mine.
I try to give in,
render songs of love;
my intentions, timid but clear.
I get told "nice to hear".
Most of me tends to agree,
that appreciation in place of reciprocation,
isn’t after all,
an inhumane bargain.
1 comment:
Been there, done that, thought this...did you also carry away a certain life long admiration of all things innocent, beautiful and unadulterated?
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