The Ride of Romance

A poem by Isabelle Sorrells

The Ferris wheel she did not go.

As a ride of romance it was

and romance she did not have.

So she stood on the ground

And watched bitterly as couples fell in love in its carriages.

Until one day,

A friend forced her on

– Alone –

On the wheel of love.

As she rose higher

Her mind was changed

As she looked out

Instead of at Ferris’ wheel

But at the beautiful world beyond.

A ride of romance it was not

– not truly –

But a ride of new eyes.

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