The One

Where is the one who feels my heart’s plight
Is he alone in the dead of the night?
Perchance he’ll share my passion for prose
Or even read Hamlet, I don’t suppose.

Will he choose to dance in a candle’s flame
If he’s a bit mad, I’ll love him the same.
Perhaps he’ll love my mother’s cat…
Whoever he is, he’ll not be fat.

We’ll laugh at the moon,
sipping from a spoon.
Skip through life’s briars
and never be liars.

We’ll shout at the sky,
and watch clowns pass by.
With sad tales of woe,
about a friend, now a foe.

We’ll eat ice-cream at noon
and say ’we’ll marry soon’.
I’ll like his mother
and not wish for another.

And when all others we’ve long forgot,
we’ll take the plunge and tie the knot.

The One

Janine Fynn

Cape Town, South Africa

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