A thirteenth poem to JB of Florida in response to five more poems of his to me…
Who is that fine guy with softest brown eyes?
Through the windows of his soul, she could see.
True love pulls into the driveway at night.
New hopes arise where parking is free.
What has she done for him to thank her more?
Gut feelings allowed her belief in him.
Cut to the chase with a place in his heart.
But the price is going out on a limb.
When did they first meet as good friends online?
Pen for poems and flowers for her worked.
Amen to both hearts as the busy days
begins to grow, learn and heal where love lurked.
Where is his woman? He prayed to the Lord.
There she is waiting for him to come and
share what lovers do under the covers.
Prepare the handmaid with His guiding hand.
Why live alone without the love from a
guy who serves an unknown purpose? And yet
by being open and honest he will
try to love his woman with no regrets.
How is this project a worthy new phase?
Now is a new time of planting His seeds.
Plow through the high walls that set us apart.
Vow to start together with loving needs.
First attempt at combining lento and five W’s (with a ‘How’ question)…
P.S. I know you people are gauging my reaction to daily events… psyche!
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Oh, John Jr! That’s longer than I would ever imagine, especially for your conditions! So I shouldn’t rant like this…