Andrew D Robertson Poems

I see her in the morning.
I think of her in the night.
And all the hours in between,
She enslaves my very sight.
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As I watch closely,
Expertly stalking my prey,
She still amazes me.
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The swirling, twirling steam
swirled up and up and up.
My nose followed the scent
and stretched down, down, down.
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Oh fog! Oh fog!
What do I see?
Nothing! Nothing!
I can't even see me!
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The rain, such a pain
Please make it go away.
The flooding; the mess;
What did I do to deserve this?
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There she goes again, smiling brightly
With a twinkle in her eye.
She doesn't notice me,
So she walks on by.
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I was wandering down the street one day when my eyes fell upon the most exquisite sight: An angel was in the midst.

She was gliding through a throng, oblivious to all the averting heads, and then she was gone. She may be gone, but her beauty and my wonder remain.
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Ten thousand years have gone
Since the guarding of the stone.
Many sordid battles were fought
And all ended with scattered bones.
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Love is blind.
Love is hell.
Yet, in the distance,
I hear the chime of wedding bells.
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As I looked upon her, the hourglass tipped
And I knew my time was running out.
I lay there, thinking of all the things I could've said,
Somehow, missing the one thing I wished to say.
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