Done
By Happy Hiram
The excitement of a new face
the first touch, that new-again thrill,
I'll never again feel.
No more first dates
disappointing surprises shunned,
no worrying about how I look;
all that childish glamour, done.
Life is now the safety lane,
a steady smile, a ready hand,
but never again a bumpy land.
It is over. Finished.
All that romantic rot.
The novel goes ever on
without chapters or a plot.
I have found her. Seen the one.
All my loneliness is done
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