The Crumpled Note
I Love Her, I Love Her,Read the crumpled note,And struck a bolt to mindOf the mom, that echoedA panoply of thoughts. . Who, What and Why?She asked to herself.And it seemed a rehearsal,A final one,Before the actual bout. . Calm, and composedLooked the curly haired,As the mother came near her.The glare of her furious eyesFailed […]