Lucky Man and Wife
A vision of a memory
of a woman standing still.
Far away off in the distance
longing deeply for the thrill.
Where the fresh air from a chest up
smells of dead leaves through the nose.
Lifting higher than the vision
of this woman like a rose.
That the feelings of her presence
flee reflecting from my sight,
thinking love off in the future
might be certain as the light.
Knowing all I have to give her
may be poetry for life.
Where the words go on without me
spelling lucky Man and Wife.
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