Where you cognizant that you loved me,
And of your love was I aware?
Young love can happen when you're old,
Consume you like purified air.
Destiny, like wind to your back,
Pushes you onward, n'er to end.
Once in a while I see you pass,
I've kept your secret my good friend.
ŠApril 21, 2017 / Jerry Pat Bolton
~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~