Sue Donim

Ode To Whom It May Concern

Last night, my love, I dreamt of you,
And of a story concerning Love that grew,
From when we sat by that pond on a summers day,
And kissed…And embraced…And by May,
We had hold of the keys to each other’s hearts,
That unlocked two worlds – once so far apart,
And brought them together, creating one;
A union of adoration; infatuation, that a day soon would run,
Like a river; carving its way through a mountain side,
Leaving a mark of romance upon whatsoever it may glide,
A mark of romance not made in chance,
But by a witch, a sculptor whose hand ...