Dreaming of the House of Lee

Jack DeVoss

Dreaming of the House of Lee
and the dress you wore
when we first met

Remembering the crisp March air,
and the low, dim lights,
that made it hard to see

anything really at all
save your lovely smile,
with its intoxicating beauty.

So, here now I sit,
somewhat forgotten,
alone in my own misery.

And I put pen to paper
while trying my best to stop
dreaming of the House of Lee.

Published by Jack DeVoss

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