The Pier

The Pier

The Pier

Meet me alone by the pier
So that I may whisper in ear
Don’t think it’s romantic as such
But like a corsage, flower bunch

Not to hold hands in the dusk
Not even to smell of my musk
But only to see you in time
To see your eyes twinkle and shine

If I an not meet you – Fine
I’ll know love was only a line
I’ll check my reflection in waves
And know of the memories life paves

Perhaps that ‘ol image will show
Another one’s face for to glow
If so, then we shant meet again
I’ll gaze on him, where has he been?

Whatever the outcome at pier
I can’t even shed forth a tear
It’s not that important to me
Since at least my reflection I’ll see

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About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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