A girl... a child.. a sweet young dear I found so long ago.

She mixes odds and evens and seems sometimes in a throe

of combined thrust

and backward just

and mostly her confusion

with this vast world, this fast, fast ball which leaves all in

disillusion.

I could not put to words what drew me to that darling one,

but go I did and never looked back, my heart this cat had won.

I love her with a passion bord'ring on a fierce dark edge..

protecting, snarling, growling urges I'll push you to the ledge

of mindless words which I can't curb when you cross her path and I see..

for I love her like the baby girl which was never brought to me.

08/04/2012

Author's Note: Written to me by my dear friend Shannon

Posted on 08/04/2012
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