Moonswept

The Power of Love

In a high school classroom in California

A shy boy scribbles a note

Which he surreptitiously passes

To a doe eyed girl,

In the hope that she might read it.

In an office block, in London

The lowly post boy

Shows off his new designer shirt

In the hope that the blonde secretary

Might send him a glance.

In a dacha, deep in a snowbound forest outside Moscow

A shy, naïve young woman

Wonders if the party boss

Will change her life

This weekend.

Under the shadow of a flat mountain near Cape Town

In a college for dancers

A young man muses on his chances

With the lady in Finance

Who frightens him.

This much I know,

That for each heart to grow,

We all must connect

To the power

Of love.

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Owain Glyn