Walking Alone One Summer Night, He Met A Girl Who Was So Right. Stalking Each Other With Delight, They Did Not Fret Or Even Fright. And...
Walking alone one summer night,
He met a girl who was so right.
Stalking each other with delight,
They did not fret or even fright.
And fighting made no sense at all.
And it wasn't right to just stall.
He placed his hand on her shoulder,
And that only made her bolder.
They both plunged their heads in to kiss.
And with this, they both got their wish.
- Joshua A. Guillory
Saturday, March 6, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: love
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
March 6,2021, A.M.... true love