A poem I wrote

Strawberries for a Sweetheart

The moment I knew I was in love,

I walked over a long rugged hill,

To find you waiting at a window sill,

Restless as on fire, peaceful as a dove.


You’ll never know I loved you how,

It is a smile from a veil,

That seems so unreal.

Only to your love does my ego bow.


From a field I plucked ripe strawberries,

Stored them in the chamber of my heart,

‘Twas for you that I sent them fast.


I loaded them up in a fleet of ferries,

That has become a dying art,

But I don’t know why they were lost.


This one was inspired by someone who shall go unnamed, and it is dedicated to her.

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