I wrote her a song; she won't sing along
For lyrics they romanticize
The love that was first
Her heart had once nursed
The girl with the faraway eyes
I met her in France, where all true romance
Is started, then ended, so dies
Her heart I had won
‘Neath San Tropez sun
The girl with the faraway eyes
Back then in her teens
In Levi Strauss jeans
Her smile was a stunning sunrise
A beautiful blonde
Her style was beau monde
The girl with the faraway eyes
She taught me to love
This nymph from above
Was goddess who wore a disguise
Though never my wife
Was love of my life
The girl with the faraway eyes
Her mum and her dad
Annoyed and so sad
That true love it binds and it ties
Fought back with abuse
They’d never cut loose
The girl with the faraway eyes
Both subtle as snake
They’d feign and they’d fake
Yet secretly they did despise
The poet boy’s smile
With which he’d beguile
The girl with the faraway eyes
Betrayed me one day
When I went away
To college – I’d got to revise
Was by the sea shore
Last time that I saw
The girl with the faraway eyes
We parted too soon, ‘neath star-crossing moon
With sorrow she stained all my skies
Long years though apart
She lived in my heart
The girl with the faraway eyes
I long for her still, with heart she did chill
By breaking it, with all the ties
I’ll find her one day
And ask her to stay
The girl with the faraway eyes
- Author: Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 22nd, 2018 10:27
- Comment from author about the poem: I stole my title from an old Rolling Stones song; the poem is all mine though! As always, dedicated to my first love, Lorraine.
- Category: Love
- Views: 24
- Users favorite of this poem: delaneynichols
Comments1
beautiful, great job! really conveys meaning. i absolutely love it
Thank you, dn. Glad you like my poor little rhyme.
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