A Triad

Maybe I was far too young
For the first,
Who chased her hearts desire
And fell under the spell
Of another.

The second thought
That life was cathing up with her
And somewhere with the passing years
Her feelings died down
And she casted her spell
On a wealthy lover.

The third is still with me
And she stays true
And before we met
I dreamt of her
And destiny
Pointed her out to me.

poem by Gert StrydomReport problemRelated quotes
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