Love Is Always On Time

LionAroundWriting, ,

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When the train arrives at the station,

I get an elation, to match, the anticipation of her beautiful face appearing and nearing.

Underscored, by a thin scarf

Which floats in the wind as easily as my heart,

Which I was born with,

Yet she owns more than half, a part,

Which cannot be seen by anybody else, or felt

An emotion that we share,

Knowing, one day I’ll be knelt,

Before her, asking if she’ll spend a life with me,

And we can become one at the bend of a knee.

Published by LionAroundWriting

I'm from Scotland, where everyone owns a castle and pisses whisky. Some of the preceding sentence may contain factual errors. I've been writing and reading for a long old time. I'm now trying to get into the published material side of things. I'm building up a bank of short story material and finding my legs in the long story side of things.. Hold on..I need shortbread..that's better..now where was I? Like all good writers I have written a vast amount of stuff and like children's school meals large portions of it remain unfinished. I write about all sorts, largely drawing my inspiration from real life events, futuristic musings and the dark recess of my mind. I say recess, it's the only recess, it's got to hold everything. Enjoy the blog once it's up and running with material and please feel free to link me and share your work. TWITTER: @FionnGrant

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