The Move

Fantasies of love for years I've had.
I've made my move it makes me glad.
I finally feel I'm getting there.
Having you close with hope in hand.
I hope it's yes or I'll be sad.
I gave my heart to try and start.
The perfect love that never parts.
We're ideal mates it is our fate.
So take my words and don't berate.
What we feerl because it's real.
To run away is a cruel ordeal.
I made my move I hope it's smooth.
Don't fight it now or we'll both lose.
The grateful fate that we should choose.

poem by Michael McParland
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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