3/15/11

Love's Mistake
By Jennifer Jackson


I grab your hand, our hearts mingle

Near the shop, below its shingle

Heat in cold air made me tingle

I’m not single, I’m not single


I could blame my bad memory

That it went beyond pleasantry

Beg my betrothed for some mercy

How can this be, how can this be?



I’ll hasten home to seek reprieve

Secretly hope he won’t believe

My dark conscience I shall relieve

But he will grieve, but he will grieve



What will you do, where will you go?

I pretend I don’t wish to know

You disappeared in falling snow

Time moves so slow, time moves so… slow


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