‘The lucky one’
(The lucky one
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
The gift of love. No more honored gift.)
The lucky one
She offered me a smile and a hello.
I was besieged by her beauty.
She asked me to dance the Texas two-step. I agreed.
I held her close and told her.
Thank you for the dance. You are so beautiful and too kind.
She kissed my cheek and whispered. Soldier, I like your style.
Real men don’t rush into the fire. They allow the flame to grow and become strong.
Today I’m the lucky one to have met you Johnnie.
I kissed her forehead and I told her. I’m the lucky one.
Coyote/John Castellenas
You got me when you said real men don’t rush into fire… Man😍
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Slow and easy does. Father told me. He had 11 children. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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Yeah always man it’s my pleasure. I like you style.😍
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You are very kind. I appreciate the comment.
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