I long
For the busty blonde,
And yearn for the slim brunette.
What point in regret?
When both black and white
Provide such sweet delight
And the night is short
And those who do as they ought
Find that time’s chariot can not be caught?
I long
For the busty blonde,
And yearn for the slim brunette.
What point in regret?
When both black and white
Provide such sweet delight
And the night is short
And those who do as they ought
Find that time’s chariot can not be caught?
This is a very interesting poem, Kevin.
Thank you, Robbie. I’m glad you found my poem interesting.
Very different. I like it. Made me think
Thank you. I’m glad you like my poem and that it made you think.
I thought it was beautiful actually
Thank you for the great feedback.
You are welcome.