Since Sunday school been mild and meek
Maladroit at playing at love’s hide and seek
From the touch line watched my heart beat
While my coach advised me, “Be discreet”

Then of a sudden an uninvited thought
That you might be the one I sought
No longer lost in love I can’t care less
And rest at last content to go to press


About Ben Naga

Pilgrim on the lam. Please feel free to explore the links to learn more. I trust you will find some things there will have been worth the effort. See you there.

Posted on November 13, 2016, in Poetry and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. that’s a load
    off one’s
    chest 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

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