Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Untitled by Kenneth Carter

Sunrise smiled at me this morning--

Seconds, minutes, hours, clock alarming--

Park walking, hand holding, silly laughter--

Love is real now, here, and when after--

Mistletoe, lips to make kiss--

Eye to eye, two make a wish--

Gentle and soft as a white dove--

Tonight, she'll think I invented love.

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