InfatuationA Poem by Veronica Franco
Infatuation Mounts, You love me not
Sometimes Sweet, Sometimes Creepy
I am beginning to look forward to a new email
What will he say today?
Oh how Fan-tablous, I am
At least that is how they read.
I cannot move mountains
Nor can I cure Cancer.
Wonderment of why you desire me so,
No knowledge of my past,
Angel’s do walk the earth,
Un-doubt ably they are not me.
Patience is a virtue, they say
Unsure if I can sub-side to my mind
Please don’t place me on this pedestal, so high
Bad balance I have, might hurt myself on the way down.
© 2008 Veronica Franco |
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