The One

And so on this day

A poem, shall have she

For promises stand

And our word, but are we

When darkness shall fall

Worry not, she’ll beguile

And light up the room 

With naught but a smile

From nowhere she stamps

She spins and she stirs

Painting life’s purpose

The blims and the blurs

Once she is found 

There’s happiness, rife

So much beauty to follow 

Whilst creating a life

Not yet is she known

But the idea is clear

Perhaps you shall meet

Or have met yesteryear

‘Twas time that this dream

Seemed far from today

Yet love and adventure

Lie just down the way


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