Janice M Pickett

(Middlesex England)

A Lovers Tale


If I lived in Australia and he in Singapore
We'd see each other once a year
hardly ever more

We'd own a ranch in Mexico
and a yacht in Waikiki
We'd use it on alternate trips
when we felt like living free

The phone bill would be quite maxed out
at cyber love we'd soar
we'd always be the best of friends
and never need to score

Our beds would never be the same
our fireplace share no flames
no room for all that rubbish
or playing silly games

The anticipation of communion
always in our minds
leads to so much passion
of a very different kind

So love the way I see it
could never end up stale
for when two loves never meet
they live to tell the tale

Submitted: Monday, July 16, 2007
Edited: Tuesday, March 22, 2011

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