To my dear loving wife


When lightning strikes

It's the unexpected.
The totally wiered.
A fluke of time.
Wraped around reality.

Nothing to do with me.
Out of reach and out of control.
Could be yesterday,
could be today.

A touch, gently caressing.
Simply being near.
And wonders of wonder,
I haven't forgotten.



Poetry by Amagus
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Written on 2007-04-08 at 04:15

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