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She came upon a cold night one wintery eve,
I was playing the sparing of a bonus fare,
My defenses were only a talisman's need,
To the depths I would fall for her honey-blonde hair,
That draped about a small but bold young form,
That my dear friend, yes dear he is,
For the tally continues some nine year warm,
That I was given his den for the charming biz,
To gather in with wondrous yet blushing gaze,
Of the beauty that did arrive after a timely call,
That my mind ne’er lets slip for too long at all,
And I shall remember for the rest of my days,
In the simple honesty of a girl so given in lace,
That found, I at first could only wish her grace.
I felt this ubiquitous warmth of body and mind,
That came over me as I nervously sat fingers tingling.
I was drawn outside to wait for her to arrive.
Unbeknownst to my friend who then was swinging,
I was at the time involved with a lass my age,
But the times spent were dallying and long drawn,
Although our communications hearty and brave,
The common ground was apart that night, by morn'.
As I saw the headlights and seemingly knew,
That here already was a strong affectation,
As she alighted and almost tip-toed to the loom,
Where in a trick-set of emotional weaving action,
It was as if we gelled on “hello…come in, do,”
And inwardly glide as if we sensed a truth.
My mind like a tongue tied teen could not hope to evoke,
Any words that could possibly refuse the time spent,
In perhaps as I saw an undignified rebuttal to choke,
On a vision and twinkling eyes of blue left unsaid,
Unless of course the crown was to be hooked,
As rapport was light as on any interlude with chance,
To be real it was merely a time found booked,
From deigning authority felled well in the hall of romance,
The dim light was of course soporific to cautious eye,
But in the mix and merriment of the meet’,
I could only find a reprieve by admtting defeat,
By saying aurevoir rather than good-bye.
She did come and go for a month of visits, and a stay,
But my mind to my heart does continue to slave.
©R.H.Elliott 2003
What a revelation.... or at least I felt like it was. To me it also flowed like a story, as though I could almost visualize all you were describing and trying to get the reader to grasp.
It's always lovely when we have pleasant memories to treasure of those come and gone. I remember you telling me something about this, but it was merely a sentence or two, but nonetheless I think I comprehended (to my best ablity) all that was here in front of me.
I already have a vision/instinct for my next piece and you may just have something to do with it :)
Lots of Love
-*God's Child