CourtingA Poem by Raylene
Courting is a delicate thing.
A girl may like the boy. A boy may like a girl. The two begin a fragile dance. They must however build the floor they dance on. They must learn each others moves. They must two become one. Yet in this courting. Love may blossom. Or one of the dancers break their foot. Either may haplen. That is the beautiful thing. Courting the results are never known. © 2016 RayleneReviews
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