But Too Few

The first time I saw you, you were on a field of green
I know the first time we met, I was never seen
Your smile moves as if it was a stream
Your kindness is only matched in a dream
We all go through life searching
Like us in the psyche
Usually we just go through whacky
Most we want friends or lovers that are true to their words,
Gentle at heart
Most are but too few
Not like the usually prancer
As well as a wonderful dancer
The first time I saw you-- you struck me like a lancer
Too bad that life is but a dream
Leaving the one that was never seen…

“But Too Few”
by David-Angelo Mineo
116 Words