Secret Admirer Poem by Louis Borgo

The sunrise dawn for day of a kiss a pond a tree
Run river run dry I be the rift to carrier you home
If love is blind is must be carrying a bond
And for every note detail goes unknown
The sunrise dawn for day a kiss a pond a tree
Break of a bridge the mirage of a a painting
What hoax of magician is the photo trying to with hold
Darkness of a circle move to new mood of night fall
Hands of a dancer and swift legs like a dagger
The sunrise dawn for day a kiss a pond a tree
How long will you play such games?