Lovers Lane - Poem by Phil Whittaker
If we met again in three years down the lane,
Would our hearts beat the same?
will we show love with hands entwined like we did?
Forgetting all rational thought for our Id.
Passion souring through finger tips,
With our loving eyes and lustful lips,
She had me there, under lock and key
One constant poem in my mind, 'Jenny Kissed Me'
It never came true,
The prophecy died,
Now I yearn for you,
I need the caring warmth by my side.
The same question now runs through my mind,
In three years time, what will I find?
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