Kevin Michael Bloor

Love Story

When I was young , weighed down with care,

I met a girl with golden hair;

she did not drink or smoke or swear;

she was a nurse, a dental.

All so-called beauties she’d eclipse,

a gorgeous girl with hourglass hips;

she spoke through lovely, pouting lips

with voice so soft and gentle.

 

We were in love, in love so deep;

I dreamed about her in my sleep.

She swore she’d stay (though talk is cheap)

within my arms forever.

But life moves on and tides they turn

and bridges built are meant to burn

and lovers cause a cruel concern

incensing swords to sever.

 

Yes, we had foes; all lovers do

and they despise a love that\'s true;

for daughters, dads would run ‘em through:

those blue-eyed, lovesick dreamers.

And that was me, a Romeo;

a thorn around their rose I’d grow;

their sympathy was all a show,

those sanctimonious schemers!

 

And time moved on, but we were blind,

like lovers , we were far too kind;

we wanted loveless souls to find

our paradise of pleasure.

But we were growing older too

and discontent, like weed, it grew,

we watched the first love we both knew

turn into tarnished treasure.

 

We grew apart; she wanted more

than lover boy, forever poor.

His bible bashing was a bore

for parents with ambition.

One winter’s day, she said goodbye.

There’d been no portent in the sky

to warn, no comet blazing by

to mark this cruel transition.

 

A lifetime, then, we lived apart

locked up inside each other’s heart.

Her name, to me, a poisoned dart;

I could not even utter.

Till on a dusty, darkened screen

an email, somehow, I’d not seen

before my eyes all unforeseen

on angel wings did flutter.

 

The rest’s historic, as they say;

we slighted love, so, we must pay:

each actor in this passion play!

There is no place for blaming.

We\'re married now; I’m pleased to say

the guilt and sorrow\'s passed away, 

and love we buried yesterday

once more is fiercely flaming!