Two "Alex" Poems
Alex and Jonathan


Black and silver
Green and gold
Fate says, "Touch
But never hold."
She cast in a
Different mold;
He the sheep lost
From the fold--
He will thaw her
Bitter cold
And to her his
Heart is sold.
Wrapped in a cocoon
Closed to love
Cautious of heart
Bold of spirit
Streak of iron
In her will--
She will fall
And she will fly
And triumph.

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