RAVEN HEADED MAIDEN FAIR

 

All I can do is stand and stare

At the raven headed maiden fair

The girl with the flowing black hair

Oh beautiful maiden standing there

With tresses of flowing black hair

Please be the answer to my prayer

ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE FENCE

 

The grass is always greener

And the senses were keener

So I committed a misdemeanour

 

And when away she flew

To her green pastures new

My foolish heart was torn in two

WE HAVE LIVED OUR LIVES TOGETHER

 

We have lived our lives together

And we have reached our Novembers

The once burning fires of our lives

Have been reduced to meagre embers

And yet we can still look forward

To us both sharing our Decembers 

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