One Question
Form: Quatrains
One early summer poets meet
In a café in London town
To talk awhile was such a treat
For blissful hours without a frown.
A wicked smile and dazzling eyes
I knew I'd found my sister twin
whose words embrace gentle sighs
and set my heart to nature's spin.
His waist-coat glimmered golden silk
while we discoursed the odes of Poe
and tea we drank with little milk
and all too soon it's time to go.
So now I'm left with this to say
The Bard has said in famed refrain
I can think of no better way
'And when will we three meet again?'
©JezzieG2010
Jezzie G 
super poem Jez!
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