Sorya Named Poet Laureate, 2/17
Feb 23, 2017 10:44:02 GMT -5
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Post by Paffnia on Feb 23, 2017 10:44:02 GMT -5
Congratulations to Sorya , whose poem was the only entry in this month's Poet Laureate contest! Here it is:
Love Happens by Chance
What if one day, you missed the person,
The only one who makes you complete,
Walking alone on a wintry street.
With scarcely a nod, no second glance,
Both forgetting love happens by chance.
The days pass and she won’t leave your mind,
Yet somehow you were earlier blind.
“What if you were the one meant to be,
The only person who completes me?”
Sun rises again, same street once more.
You return for the one you adored.
Corners you search for your crush’s face,
Heart disappointed, seeing no grace.
Your life continues, without much pain,
Though missing one part that will remain.
“You will like others,” you say assured,
But the truth is clear to all who’ve heard:
There is only one perfect person,
One in a billion, rarest one.
What if one day, you missed that person,
The only one who makes you complete,
Walking alone on a wintry street.
With scarcely a nod, no second glance,
Both forgetting that love happens by chance.
Love Happens by Chance
What if one day, you missed the person,
The only one who makes you complete,
Walking alone on a wintry street.
With scarcely a nod, no second glance,
Both forgetting love happens by chance.
The days pass and she won’t leave your mind,
Yet somehow you were earlier blind.
“What if you were the one meant to be,
The only person who completes me?”
Sun rises again, same street once more.
You return for the one you adored.
Corners you search for your crush’s face,
Heart disappointed, seeing no grace.
Your life continues, without much pain,
Though missing one part that will remain.
“You will like others,” you say assured,
But the truth is clear to all who’ve heard:
There is only one perfect person,
One in a billion, rarest one.
What if one day, you missed that person,
The only one who makes you complete,
Walking alone on a wintry street.
With scarcely a nod, no second glance,
Both forgetting that love happens by chance.
