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
