Time is just a numberA Poem by justAnumberAt first sight can't be real, but how many dates, h'many meals, and when are we allowed to feel, so many thoughts so what's the deal, now. At first sight can't exist, but held from fingertip to wrist, and joyful everytime he's kissed, so many reasons here to list, now. At first sight there's no way, but every night and every day, and how she moves in just that way, so all he wants is her to stay, now. At first sight maybe not, but by now his heart she's caught, and love like this cannnot be taught, so where it goes is where it ought, now.
© 2012 justAnumberAuthor's Note
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