Two worlds apart,
Yet, on the same path.
Maybe, it's not lonliness,
Maybe, it's faithfulness.
Seeking the same goal,
while standing on same pole.
Like young adults we met,
not knowing what we felt,
Time passed we were,
Careful, because we were,
Afraid of what to say,
Yet together we play,
Just to be happy,
without being sloppy.
Yes I fondly remember,
Your smile before call to bar,
Sweet, youthful and cute,
Innocent like biblical Luth.
You can't take her place,
I can't replace his grace,
Yet I see your face,
Sensual without trace.
If wishes were horses
I will count my losses,
I know what I can't own,
Even with a romantic tone.
It is ironic Fidelia
like the lofty toworing Manila,
I sit in covered histeria,
For a lady in my area.
I will act like don't care,
that I met someone rare,
I will sit and pretend,
That this will have an end.
©richvic
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