The Girl with the Faraway Eyes

Kevin Michael Bloor

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 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
  • User favorite of this poem: delaneynichols.
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Comments1

  • delaneynichols

    beautiful, great job! really conveys meaning. i absolutely love it

    • Kevin Michael Bloor

      Thank you, dn. Glad you like my poor little rhyme.



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