I first met Sally in September,
We watched Ben’s band,
I didn’t remember.
Sally was a popular girl,
Beautiful, funny,
She stole my world,
I fell for her in a crowded room,
She danced when she heard that happy tune.
Sally came from down below,
To a place up here she didn’t know,
Her journey was no waste,
From Oxford to Cambridge with her case.
We went ice skating it was now winter,
Sometime during mid December,
She would leave soon this I knew,
I desperately didn’t want her to go.
My dreams were taken, shaken, denied,
Sally she left, quietly no reply.
She was on the 8.05,
The time together made me feel so alive,
Sally promised she’d return,
It wasn’t to be I would learn.
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Author:
pedward (
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Comments3
Well done love poem, or should I say lost love poem. At least she left you the gift of pleasant memories.
Gosh you paint vibrant pictures with your words here evoking memories of those that slipped past unknowingly jolting my heart. Very, very nice.
Good write, keep those memories and she may return.
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