The Meeting Poem by Alex Fischer

The Meeting



When I see you my mind races
My palms get sweaty
And my heart pounds fast
I start to wonder how long I would last
Against a love that knows no bounds
I am feared of being buried in the ground
But this love saves me
Everyday
And keeps me from dying
And fading away

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Alex Fischer

Alex Fischer

North Little Rock, Arkansas
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