"I swear I've seen you somewhere," I said,
"Maybe on the train to Salzburg, briefly, fleeting;
Nonetheless, remembered for your beauty,
Blonde, Germanic, surely." "I'm Italian,"
She replied, "and I've not ever crossed the Alps."
"Well, then, I guess that I'm mistaken. Still,
In time, I'll swear I saw you, name the place
As here, and say I viewed you only briefly,
But your beauty seized my mind.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-04-08 at 02:31

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Hmm ... well-written :)