Not knowing <br />whether you would stay <br /> <br />(or not) <br /> <br />still you instinctively thrust <br />a clean pair of knickers <br /> <br />in your bag <br />as you left <br /> <br />in case of <br />accidently <br /> <br />Love finding you <br />out. <br /> <br />And true <br />to your intuition <br /> <br />Love <br />finds where <br /> <br />your heart <br />is hiding <br /> <br />& you stand there <br /> <br />a clean pair of knickers <br />clasped tightly in your hand.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/clean-pair-of-knickers/
