A Taste of Promise
Love is not
a many splendored thing;
it is a cot,
a comfy suspended ring
upon which we dream for wishes granted.
In the privacy of imagination
we envision
prince charming and fair maiden,
in their unchanging quest
for happy ever after.
If gods do bless we'll meet a vision
in the flesh and hearts will mesh
with a taste of promise,
as her daydream meets his fantasy
and love erupts.
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