On Swanage Pier, my love and I
shared sun 'neath summer's sepia sky.
We sat to soak up sunbeams;
deranged by daring daydreams.
On Swanage Pier, our love was young;
she saw the youth in me and clung.
We stood, our shadows showing,
not age, but first love glowing!
On Swanage Pier, my love was told
her hands and heart, like mine, were old.
We smiled at cynics’ scheming;
destroyed them with our dreaming.
On Swanage Pier, our love did blaze,
burnt off the hollow years of haze.
We shone – two stars eternal,
voluptuous and vernal!
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: for Lorraine
- Category: Love
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Comments4
A fine tribute to your wife Kevin. I'm sure she's smiling on you today as always. 👍
Good write Kevin.
Wonderful words and memories Kevin.
Andy
'not age, but first love glowing!'
delightfully worded, what a beautiful dedication
thanks for sharing, dear Poet
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