~ The Poet's Place Cafe~

here's my take
hope it is not too late
and hope it ain't too fake
as real as it gets
Jake

Love Tripadi Poem

Met the love of my life one day
she walked off the bus that fine day
She came out of my dreams and into life

for eight years she haunted my dreams
every night I had the dream
she came to me talking to me at night

haunting my every morning
filling my spirit morning
wondering who she and where she was

then that fine day I met my fate
although the hour was indeed getting late
that day my life began anew as she became wife