A chance encounter,
When two spirits met...
Unplanned and innocent,
No way to forget.
For there was some magic,
From that humble start...
A seed that was planted,
In each lonely heart.
While brief moments passed,
The meeting soon over...
But heady as the scent,
Of sweet blooming clover.
All too soon he moved on,
Said he had to leave...
Why then was she sad,
And why did she grieve?
Was he only a fantasy,
Meant to fade away?
In her dreams during night,
And gone with the day?
Yet she thinks of him,
And he dreams of her...
Their chance encounter,
Little more than a blur.
(c)  01/23/07  Loree (Mason) O'Neil

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