The Price of Admission
(C) 2023 Kyrinn S. Eis All Rights Reserved Worldwide
At 13 the cutest thing, we
both wandered, in Other-searching
light as air, she, from town to town
While I endured the waiting game
Then I had found her in '16
Sang of colours dark, unseen
Her face of rarest beauty
Her voice of sultry-soothing
Her wall-art of hidden-meaning
Had only grown more alluring
Shapely, britches-filling
that smile, her eyes & tresses
Compelled me to further knowing
Years passed by, my ears were nursing
Rusalka, my heart was drowning
Then 60 days of yearning
Fireworks to Autumn's turning
Her Eyes! Her Eyes!, smoulder-burning
Magnetic, animals circling
Ankle shown, bent, eyes confirming
Then in framed screen was now learning
Writing words in chords now forming
Almost saw her again in person
Heartful, smitten, bruised in waiting
Dream unveiled & our meeting
home, then, over the water, I
Learned to pray the Rose City way
She is the more: I'd found my mate
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