Love of my
Life – Part 15 – A poem by P.K. Odendaal – August 2019
Here we go once again with the same old refrain
Of desire and pain which are all still the sameFor a purpose so alaine as an old steam train
But the dream that she had made us both feel bad
As a chance which went by like an unheard sigh
The gist of the dream was to be my queenFor ever and ever in bonds which won't sever
But this dream was too late to consecrate
And must be a sign of our long lost prime