Through the Park, I walked one day, When suddenly to my dismay, Enountered I a lovely girl, My new found heart began to whirl, While traveling the straight and narrow, I was struck by cupid's arrow, And when I saw her lovely face, Instantly my heart did race, If you wish to know my lady fair, And know who she is -if you care, You needn't go to distant shores, Look in the mirror, her face is yours. 1980
Reason for writing:
One of the many light and airy poems of the 1979-83 Helen Kaye period of my life.Birth sign: Not entered
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