His mind is open to the possibility-
Can a heart fall so fast?
Was true love the reason?
How can this be…
Their eyes lock, she smiles.
He is taken before she speaks…
His heart has a lock and barricade,
His mind holds the key.
He tries to fight this moment…
He is captured, he is weak.
Sounds like the spider, or the look of true love. We've all got our keys and some are the so simple it's scary. How easy to be ensnared are we? I loved the lines Marco. Bob
From First Love to its destructive end and on to new beginnings, Mary Angela Nangini's poems explore the birth and death of a relationship. The powerful poems are presented in two parts with an introduction to her next book My Ontario Beautiful. (Th