When I wrote this we both belonged to someone else, since then things have changed but time never seems right for us. I rewrote it with at least a hint of more hope..

I know a boy

with a smile like satin

like a lover in Paris

He has life in his vision
and perhaps my heart
in his hand

and if someone told me
he had wings

I would not be surprised

never mine)

Poetry by CC
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Written on 2009-02-20 at 20:32

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Oh if only someone thought of me in such poetic wonder.
He is a lucky boy.

Exquisite ...