Love to Market Road 1431 at US 281

Please do stop texting me and hold all of my calls
I gotta tell ya about the girl I fell for over in Marble Falls.
She has green eyes that really sparkle and lips that promise heaven;
Do ya think her Mom next week will let her stay out past eleven?
There’s nothing about her mean, nothing that’s the least bit shady.
If I play my cards right, maybe, o maybe, she’ll be my Southern Lady.
We met at the Italian joint right by the middle of town;
I like the way she laughs and likes it when I play a clown.
But better take it slow, it’s all a bit surprising and new:
Do you think the world is ready for two new hearts so true?

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About Kitt

Sometimes a rhyme or couplet wanders across my consciousness. So, I share it. Other times I'm a hospice social worker; others, a Dad; others, southerner, New Orleanian, cajun enthusiast, voter, and on better days, a not-too-awful-poet/rhymster. Welcome to my page. Enjoy.

Posted on February 18, 2014, in Poem. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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