Passing by, you held my eye,
Now hours later I still sigh.
Instead of making sure we met
I'm made to live with this regret.
How many times on this old Earth
Is love condemned to this still-birth?
Love's own strangers passing by,
Left to wonder - left to sigh.
Neat, neat, neat man (and well worth saying)
<Deleted User> (6315)
Wed 25th Jan 2012 22:06
Oh this is so, wistful... I like it!
"Is love condemned to this still-birth".
There's a hell of a lot of women out there who've missed their chance with me and you, MC.
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Isobel
Thu 26th Jan 2012 22:13
Oh - you must be our poetic version of James Blunt! This is lovely. I'm trying to think of times this has happened to me, but I'm stumped - the good ones must dodge me...
No - I tell a lie - I remember once - Euston Station, when I was in my 20s. It was electric and funny cos we both turned round to have another look. Sadly I was getting a train and he was a commuter - probably with a wife and kids...