It is indecent to share poetry, and yet…

It wasn’t words of love
that you saw in my eyes
but fleeting contentment
in sly disguise.
Enchanted by fragrance
by laughter sublime
your baritone laughter
at words that were mine..
you lost yourself in sweet reverie
But you forget, Adam, good times don’t last;
They cannot always be.

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