Just One Drink

None

Purity in the compass
as pointed as heart strings,
pure and clean:
eyes locked like gold,
metallic sheen;
eyes locked like gold,
stronger than one can dream.

Endured these hours
of lonely restlessness,
but this bar is rich
with the drink of luck,
rich in compassion,
sippable perfume,
delicate fragrance swallowed as
one entered the room.

Lovers, in time, shall consume,
playful conversation shall resume,
for the compass, love, found us soon.

“And love it shall be one day,”
spoken quietly at night close.

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