Love on the Run

Love on the Run
By Herb Stokes

There’s coming and there’s leaving,
and in between is bliss;
discovery and grieving
are bookends for a kiss.

Chance found us one morning
We didn’t part till night
an ever so fateful dawning
We thought we had it right

But fate’s the great arranger
that none are master of
and everyone’s a stranger
before and after love.

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