Poem # 22

Serendipity

Forget-me-not, in disguise
imprisoned hearts, in a daze
left alone, high and dry
exchange free will for a kiss
Smell of envy, love in bloom
sting of roses, all to consume
their senses have long been ripe
they conspire only to get higher
To gamble what is out of reach
to together get to the other side
Before the sound of the starting gun
Before shooting stars light the sky
She is gone, her wishes fulfilled
She has won, her rights to thrill

Ella Evans© 2008