On Romance
Wake up early.
Think of past failures.
Look down then up.
Sunshine somewhere.
Time to go hunting
Antelope across the swampland
Of your heart.
I sit and wait
As you wildly prance on by.
I am unarmed but for a bottle of wine
And a smile.
poem by Scott Underwood
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