Love’s Call
by June Nash
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He called, enthralled, cannot wait
Looking forward to the date
Unaware of tomorrow
And broken plans to follow
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Dreams of love in blissful sleep
Unknowing what day will reap
Clock ticking, seems well oiled
Sweet clicking, ‘til plans foiled
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Hopes of caressing love’s face
Squashed by unkind frenzied pace
No hug, no touch, just a call
Salty tear drop starts to fall
June Nash 
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