sitting in the sun,
with double-shot latte,
cooling in my hand.
i watch, a gangling youth, barely yet, a man.
fold his heart,
into a paperboat
and set it sail,
on the sea of love.
destined for a young
maiden's land.....
he sails forth,
on the winds of hope
and mooning, soulful looks.
she oblivious,
to his approach.
engrossed, in the book
at hand....
will they meet...
their hearts entwine,
will fates allow...
this sea of love is large...
will they love...
this, i will not, ever know.
...they, are not students of mine..
just two,
of several thousand,
...that sit in the sun and dream...
but that moment,
when he...launched
his ship of hope
and lust...of the wanting,
youthful kind...
....o, my lord... that look....
love caught...in the,
totality, of it's prime.
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 9:05 PM UTC
sitting in the sun,
with double-shot latte,
cooling in my hand.
i watch, a gangling youth, barely yet, a man.
fold his heart,
into a paperboat
and set it sail,
on the sea of love.
destined for a young
maiden's land.....
he sails forth,
on the winds of hope
and mooning, soulful looks.
she oblivious,
to his approach.
engrossed, in the book
at hand....
will they meet...
their hearts entwine,
will fates allow...
this sea of love is large...
will they love...
this, i will not, ever know.
...they, are not students of mine..
just two,
of several thousand,
...that sit in the sun and dream...
but that moment,
when he...launched
his ship of hope
and lust...of the wanting,
youthful kind...
....o, my lord... that look....
love caught...in the,
totality, of it's prime.
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