Come read – Fools Gold!
Fool’s gold
The irony of life, we learn too late, we can’t have everything we want.
I remember you, a breathtaking beauty who listen to my words, my poetry.
You held my hands and we discussed everything.
I knew I loved you and I remember those marvelous hazel eyes,
those eyes made me forget I was Winter and you were Summer.
You played your guitar and you sang to me at the Monterey bay every weekend.
I told you, “You are more wonderful than the sea, a miracle to my eyes.
Love is fool’s gold, we are always too early or too late to know the ambrosia of love.
I wish I knew you yesterday, when you were a tumble weed in Texas desert.
Now we are stealing time and I am just falling at your feet, needing to hear your
voice and steal some kisses.”
You laughed at my…
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