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I wanted to give you
something after our first meeting,
I thought of roses but they are much
too serious,
Daisies came to mind but not everyone
likes
daisies,
A card would have been nice
but I wouldn't know what it
should say,
So I brought you some strawberries.
Meeting you
was so special and
you seemed so sweet,
That I was mesmerized with
the soothing sound of your voice and the music in your laughter,
The look
in your eyes was communicating recognition even though no words of that nature
were spoken,
All the while the softness of your touch as you held my hand
was filling me with warmth,
And all I could think to give you were
strawberries.
I could sense the freshness of Spring
renewed in
the texture of your hair,
And the fragrance you were wearing hinted
subtly
of the promise brought by Spring
to each new year,
The
feelings dormant in my sub-conscious that this combination of sensations
provoked out of hiding
made my decision quite clear,
For only one
thing is so bright and fresh and sweet enough to match the image left by our
meeting,
So I brought you some strawberries.
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Seeing Through
Candlelight
From the book
Tomorrow's Promise And Other
Poems
Seeing through candlelight gives everything
a
warm red glow.
Candlelight softens even the harshest edges and paints a
look of sunset.
At our first chance meeting there were candles
and I
could only look into your eyes.
Smiling and moist they were dark and
knowing
and laughed along with your voice.
Through the soft glow of
the candles,
I saw something special in those eyes.
That something,
so subtle and so vibrant,
sparked something in me.
Over powered by
the magic of the candlelight,
that special feeling began to
grow.
Unaware of my fate, I was captured
and became your
prisoner.
Happy to be there, I joyfully resigned myself
to the will
of my jailer.
As the years have gone by, my prison
has become my
refuge.
And now that we have grown older,
you tell me that you are
worried.
Worried that a few lines or inches
brought about with the
years
will make a difference.
You tell me that you are afraid these
minor imperfections will make me
see you in a different light.
Well
you needn't be concerned about
such a trivial matter as a few
years.
That first night something happened to my eyes while looking
through those candles.
An image burned into my vision
by those
mesmerizing flickering flames.
I've always seen you through candlelight;
And darling I always will. |
