The Meeting

by Kenny Gee   Dec 16, 2004




Twas nine at night,

just four her time,

the meeting was,

just so sublime,

three thousand miles

separated these two loves physically so far apart

but mentally, like two white doves,

their minds soared like their hearts,

across the sea,

their thoughts entwined,

he holds her tenderly,

in love....so much in love is he,

he knows that too, is she

such fleeting times they have to be,

its all that they can be

he's striving to acheive his goal

so he can be with she

all at once they do part,

pulled fast from their embrace,

cascades of tears do fall,

and stream on down his face

the day will come,when they do meet

who knows where it will be,

or how long apart they stay

until their love be free....

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