Darling...Listen.. Poem by emma 532

I think of you often enough
my wonderful land of Oz.
fields of flowers
aromatic and sweet
intoxicating
like the kisses that fell on my lips
one moonlit evening
or was it two? or three?

early beginnings..
exchange and banter
meeting you
under the guise of an international spy

darling, listen... I ran away from all that was dear to me
I ran away from all the promise of a new beginning
but one that I was too afraid to take
it would have been the wrong move

think of me well and fondly my heart
as I shall always think so of you..