Monday, January 4, 2016

Summer Flings

When we met, we were oceans apart,

We knew it was trouble from the start

A twinkle of fate just grabbed my heart

Cupids arrow, that fiery dart

Bittersweet endings, sweet sour and tart

Bricks of tears hauled away by the cart

Falling in love is not very smart


<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
© January 2016

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