It Was Her and Only Her, I Could Tell
It Was Her And Only Her, I Could Tell
Memory stone, some day an old age gem
stored safe and eager for new life in dreams.
Only lonely spark in a void still dim
longing for waters from life's racing streams.
First I saw her, hot desire and love struck
she living on hope's promise and love's heart.
I was busy trying to make a buck
paying no attention to love's new chart.
Yet love, love rang so loud its golden bell
that sweet echo hit hard and knocked me down.
It was her and only her, I could tell
a beautiful princess without her crown.
Life moves on, we sail in its flowing stream.
We each had found our gem in the same dream.
Robert J. Lindley, 6-19-2017
Sonnet, (When you have found the One)
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