A Sonnet For Sunday

She shared sensational smiles.

Seemingly endless moments of love.

She drove for miles.

Sometimes, she wanted to fly like a dove.

She searched for him.

She never truly knew where to look.

She loved his smile, it was the hook.

She kept going, never-ending.

Once she came close.

Her search ended?

She looked across the coffee bar.

It was not him, looked like from afar.

She drove some more, to the cliffs by the sea.

She stopped there, and made her life for thee.

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