The Fan Poem by Melanie Emikohe

The Fan

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What is the chance
that I will be your wife,
if the bus loads loads
pretty faces everyday;

who pass and look
at your way
for what a charm
your face holds?

What is the chance
that your love
shall remain constant
when it hasn't even
started?

I wonder,
if you even notice
that i've been tracking
you down.
Or perhaps,
you're used to something
like this.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Brian Dorn 04 January 2007

Good stuff, Melanie... things we think about during periods of infatuation. Well done! ! Brian

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