"The Look”
By Sarah Teasdale
Strephon kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.
Strephon’s kiss was lost in jest,
Robin’s lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin’s eyes
Haunts me night and day.
By Sarah Teasdale
Strephon kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.
Strephon’s kiss was lost in jest,
Robin’s lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin’s eyes
Haunts me night and day.
2 pinky-swear friends shared a thought or two...:
I LOVE this! Thanks for sharing with me as I "mingle" around the net!
It is often the anticipation of something that truly thrills us. A concept you have captured very well.
**mingling**
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