She was perfect…and that was her flaw. (A Poem)

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She was perfect…and that was her flaw.

He was proud…and that proved not his salvation.

Still it was an instant connection…of two wanting one.

Time was a friend…but timing was a foe.

Thought it fate…but faith said “NO!”

(So they each went their “Marry” way…)

’Til they found each other’s orbits one day.

They were too young then…(now they too old.)

Years have passed. But the flames still hold.

But though the flame still burns…it’s really sad to say

Though the flame still rages…it’s overwhelmed by the light of day.

In the end…it’s right, rights, realities, responsibilities and rules that rule the day.

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The Fumbling Generalist
The Fumbling Generalist

Written by The Fumbling Generalist

I write about random things that I feel suddenly passionate about. And I’m man with many passions. (About 204,753 of them…and counting!)

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