I loved you yesterday
When you weren’t expecting it
You didn’t even know
I was watching you
Didn’t know
I was thinking about you.
And truth is
I wasn’t expecting it either
But in those moments
Buried under countless other
Millions of moments
I loved you yesterday.
All over again.
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Nice one.
Is that the least philosophical comment you've ever made, Drodbar?
Thank you. I also call the poem Ode To An Unopened Bottle Of Vodka.
ah lovely....
and then I saw your alternative title ....
and here's me thinking romantically ( on your behalf) of the Dreaded One....
Your romantic thinking was correct, Isabelle. My alternative title was a jokey afterthought, because I am a jokey afterthought kind of guy.
aww...so sweet...
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