In an Old London Tavern

In an Old London Tavern

A Poem by Arezzo

The warm, dark wood of the high-backed stalls
     enclosed us like a womb,
and, nose to nose, we talked with our eyes,
     oblivious of the room.

You shone with a special radiance
     which welled up from your soul,
a marvelous, golden inner light
     I felt privileged to behold.

The candle made our shadows dance
     so merrily on the wall -
our faces orbited the flame,
     so happily enthralled.

Your eyes were pale as opal stones,
     translucent as the sea,
and in their depths I know I saw
     what looked like love to me.

You were so fair, so beautiful,
     so graceful, that you gave
to me a blessed memory
     I'll carry to the grave.

 

© 2015 Arezzo


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I like the journey and the good description.
"You were so fair, so beautiful,
so graceful, that you gave
to me a blessed memory
I'll carry to the grave."
The above lines. Would be held as a good memory forever. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Arezzo

9 Years Ago

You're very generous! Glad you liked it.
Coyote Poetry

9 Years Ago

I did enjoy the tale. I roamed the taverns for 15 years in the Army. Always a good tale to be learn.



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I like the journey and the good description.
"You were so fair, so beautiful,
so graceful, that you gave
to me a blessed memory
I'll carry to the grave."
The above lines. Would be held as a good memory forever. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Arezzo

9 Years Ago

You're very generous! Glad you liked it.
Coyote Poetry

9 Years Ago

I did enjoy the tale. I roamed the taverns for 15 years in the Army. Always a good tale to be learn.

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Arezzo
Arezzo

Ronda, Andalucia, Spain



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