MY STRAWBERRY BLONDE

 

My strawberry blonde

Always topped my list

With Alabaster skin,

Apple blossom kissed

Smooth and silken soft

Just as I had wished

But that was long ago

Now she is sadly missed

THE SLIGHTEST TWINKLE

 

The slightest twinkle

Was evident

In her shining eyes

The hint of a smile

Played about her lips

And her mouth

Went up at the corners

Almost unperceptively 

Her whole countenance

Held in that moment

On the brink

And as the words

Left my lips

The status quo

Was swept away

As the delight

Spread across her face

And my question

Was answered

In the affirmative

WHO’S STORY OF LOVE

 

Who’s story of love

Is written in the stars

Is it the Greeks of old?

Or could it be ours?   

I LOOK BACK FONDLY

 

I look back fondly

To those early days

When we would sit together

On the winter evenings

Beside the roaring fire

And we would sit and talk

Laughing and chatting

In the orange glow

Late into the evening

Until the embers cooled

MESMERISING CHARMS

 

Mesmerising charms

Led me to her arms

A loving place

So why should I run?

 

Love in my heart

I want to share

But I hold back

And I want to run

 

Fear is the key,

A deep fear in me

Of being hurt

So I want to run

 

I need the key

To unlock the chains

That bind my heart

So I won’t run

THE LAST LONG HOUR OF AUTUMN

 

It was late autumn,

The season was dying

When she sat at his bedside

Holding his hand

And quietly crying

As she spent that long last hour

Saying her final goodbye

WE SAT COOLLY IN THE SHADE

 

We sat coolly in the shade

Of a maple tree

enjoying our picnic

And freshly brewed tea

Days of innocence

When our spirits were free

And I proposed and then

You and I became we