The Game

It is strange to be in England on a hot day like today

My mind is turned to the snows of the Alps and I plead

With you to remember that all was once colder than the forgotten tidal pools

Of your eyes, Sweetheart

As I tell you

That I love you soonest

The game is over.

Bye!

Copyright B E Saunders 2016

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