Yes, it is true.
He and I had a rendezvous.
I found him interesting and quixotic,
Enlightening and exotic.
Truth be told, he was erotic.
I found his words quite hypnotic.
With him, my spirit was ebullient
And I listened until I became somnolent.
From his vast knowledge, he would educate;
So I sat at his feet as he did inculcate,
For this was his proclivity.
Soon it became so with me.
And so I find this quite ironic,
That I learned from him of love, platonic.
This blog contains simple, thought provoking and deeply reflective poetry written by American poet, Doris Trueheart. Here is a large expanse of her poems covering a myriad of topics reflecting her heart.
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