That place we were. <br />How right it seemed then. <br />The look, the feel of each other. <br />A precise art? <br />Flawed by time. <br />So now sadly out of <br />Rhyme and communication. <br />Memories captured <br />Somewhere in time. <br />A hidden pain, an unrecognised crime <br />Of betrayal. <br />Who's to blame? <br />This precise art of lovin' <br />Is never known. <br />Two minds in synchronicity, <br />Or in different worlds of relativity? <br />The ongoing reality of life. <br />What was that? <br />Oh just a scientist's thesis on relationships. <br />A precise art or another fools' <br />Falling love dart.<br /><br />Peter Vealey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-precise-art/
