09 March 2015


I know three words that would scare you
I don't want to
I'm liking this
the way we kiss

or maybe they really scare me
making us, we
holding me tight
all through the night

accepting not just destiny
but chemistry
blessed by the Gods
who knew the odds

Copyright © 2015 by Patrick B Vince
Minute Poem

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