Sonnet 326

She was the greatest love that never was
Though often times I held her in my dreams,
And I, too shamed to plead my lonely cause,
Watched from afar, devising many schemes;
Might I one day accost her in the park
My ready gamp to shield her from the rain,
An underground where she might yet embark
Where I, the gallant, help her board a train;
Each meeting so contrived yet none thereof
While everyday my heart fair set to burst,
I never found the strength to press my love
Though in my timid mind, did what I durst.
As time begat more time, she slipped away,
Yet where she went to, none could ever say.
©Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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