Love’s Volunteer
Not in love
Don’t even know your name
So why can’t I forget you—
What is this game?
That pretty ring
On your wedded finger
Keeps it real
So I won’t linger
Doesn’t matter
Your eyes’re so fine
That promise you made
Won’t let you be mine
I’ll get the door—
Onto a future apart
Maybe in your next lifetime
You could take the rest of my heart
Posted on November 5, 2016, in Poem and tagged future, love, love too late, obsession, pretty eyes, promise, reincarnation, ring, ring finger, vows, wedding ring. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
Kitt
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