A spirit so freeWe met at the park under that tree.
You threw a look across at me
and by that look I was instantly
sold to you my poor refugee.
You had spent all night out at sea
in search of a life where you would not be
a constant, always an absentee.
You were cold and at heart an escapee
But I took to you anyway with a plea:
Dont you ever go anywhere without me
ever again not even Tennessee.
I will be lost and lonely without thee.
Oh please listen and heed to my decree.
But what a mistake could I not see?
That you were a spirit way too free
to be bound down by a promise of three.
I was soon to be a divorcee.
Poetry by Lea Foverskov
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Written on 2007-09-22 at 18:30
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