Andrea Storm

Connected with a dream from the past … love unborn we could never match … seems it was a chance unborn … I’ll always remember Andrea Storm … I was too nice she was so wild … she needed a strong one … I was too mild … she wanted someone to take her over … I wanted to walk in fields of clover… she needed a prince to give her a kiss … I was elsewhere I didn’t get it … she’s still a mystery I accept it that way … I think I could persuade her if I had one more day …. she’s on a path I’m on mine … we’ll both carry on … but she’s always on my mind …littleraventhepoet. blog … Frank Payton

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