From her golden hair, like a waterfall,
to her feet, as swift as faery.
She was full-blown blonde, with a gentle gaze:
highest heaven's luminary.
Stood among her friends (such a motley crew;)
she shone like a star or comet:
like a bride’s bouquet ‘neath a silver moon
when there’s romance writ upon it!
I fell for her then, like the one I’d loved
before I had ever met her;
Was one who I’d wrote to years ago
replying in flesh, not letter!
Too shy, when we met, so I dared not show
the love she had lit inside me.
I was yearning to tell her, there and then,
“I love YOU, my darling, only!”
Then we kissed, which was heaven touching earth,
purest Paradise descending.
And that sad, shambolic life that I’d known.
Was for me, already ending.
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 2nd, 2021 09:07
- Comment from author about the poem: for my beautiful wife
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Almost mirrored lives we lived Kevin. Beautifully penned for your wife. How proud she is. ; )
A wonderful account of you meeting your future wife and how happy the lady looks in the picture with her beautiful smile. May you both find that true love which never grows old but sings its spring-song forever. A great read.
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