Convergence
We met—my love and I—at a cozy bus depot.
Throbbing with desire, she strolled into my arms.
Once our hearts knew immense delight, we both know.
She is my bonne vivante of fanciest charms.
A gentle kiss we shared for sweet remembering.
With the golden future of nostalgia warming our merriment,
The fervor of the heavens her voice began to sing,
With her song she undresses the sky like undraping firmament.
poem by Albert Price
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