John and Sam, this story untold, <br />race the track, speed their gold, <br />race the oval for checkered flag, <br />truth untold, makes heart sag. <br /> <br />John a male of forty-five <br />Sam all female, oh so alive, <br />competitors in all 'til the end, <br />me knowing both, the only friend. <br /> <br />Just like race, straight then turn, <br />so they are, crash and burn, <br />at photo shoots, press conference, <br />both explode in self-confidence. <br /> <br />Bitter rivals, one would think, <br />slamming words when they drink, <br />these two were born to be lonely, <br />ah fate fooled you don't ya see. <br /> <br />There is a side no one knows, <br />John and Sam, both own gold, <br />betrothed to each, so long ago, <br />a hidden truth no one should know. <br /> <br />A quiet life they both live, <br />hearts of gold, they do give <br />behind closed doors, a wretched brew, <br />STOP I thing this dream is through.......<br /><br />Geoff Warden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/torrid-love/
