Wanting the Queen of Brookline

The music playing
through the mirror
my mind a drift

Thinking about the
Queen of Brookline
the one I want

Her laugh always
warming to the soul
smile melting the heart
to a pure liquid

Wanting to love
something with her
that will last forever

Thinking about growing old
sitting in our rocking chairs
still having each other

About This Poem

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