Memory Of Solveig Poem by T.L. Toadvine

Memory Of Solveig

You's 21
I's 19
When I first layed eyes upon you

Eveything about you
Was exotic
Intoxicating
Holy Blue

Your voice was a haunting mixture
Of sophistication
And charming grace

It felt good to just be near you
Even though i knew
I was out of place

And i wanted to get to know you
Though i knew
It would never be

It was my one & only chance
So i just let
you soak into me

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