Again
I wrote this on the train home today-
Watch the foolishness of youth
Throw all caution to the wind
Its heart accomodating no sadness
For hope renews itself every season
How they woo with the oldest tricks in the book
Of stolen glances
Grand gestures
And sweet words
Weep not!
For the call of a lover comes most unexpectedly
Fear not!
For we all have the capacity to love
Again, like we never did before
Labels: confession, love, poetry, tokyo, train
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