At Last

At Last
My Love Has Come Along
With A Suitcase Of Coincidences
And The Sky Was Blue
And My Heart Wrapped Up
In Fairytales
And I Could Feel
The Thoughts Of The One
To Call My One

At Last
My Love Has Come Along
With An Envelope
Denying My Name

Left Me
In Tears
Something To Touch
And Drink

He Said
- Was He? -
He'd Love To Be A Tear
Living On My Cheek

Well There You Are My Love
Have
A Short Stay
On My Skin

poem by Erika Conti
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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