Kaylee
Kaylee is the sun to light my
moon.
All my dreams depend upon her
smile.
Yearning leaves no room to pick and
choose;
Love rolls just one number, win or
lose.
Each omen tells me I must wait
awhile,
Even as I hunger for her
soon.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
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