Unbelieving How It Comes To Be Confessed

Romance is not inherited.
And rarely does it arrive,
Without baggage disguised.
To slowly reveal,
What's inside!

Much like the cleansing of a windshield.
After a long bumpy ride driven and despised.
That overshadows any chemistry wished.
And the 'trip' has diminished it to nonexisting.

Romance is not inherited.
However...
There is something about it,
When it makes surprising visits.
Unplanned and totally unexpected.
As it bumps into the one unimpressed by it,
At first when it hits.
Then overnight the thought of it missed,
Is addressed.

Romance is not inherited.
And rarely does it arrive,
Without baggage disguised.
However...
There is something about it,
When it makes surprising visits.

Unplanned and totally unexpected.
As it bumps into the one unimpressed by it,
At first when it hits.
Then overnight the thought of it missed,
Is addressed.
Unbelieving how it comes to be confessed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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