These Days Without Her


The jaunt that began as a springtime saunter,
A pleasant dalliance, no thought I'd want her
For a lifetime and beyond, but on the way,
Up-side-down, the future changed one joyous day!!

Every moment since that first perfect minute,
Crowded cerebration exalts her in it,
Being apart, a disaster without her,
These paeans of praise shall endlessly flout her!!


--H. Arlequin 

 
 
  

 

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