A Pair

She liked white roses in a vase,

Visiting art shops after school,

He liked sci-fi, boxing, sport cars,

Swimming each Monday in the pool.          

 

They met one day while it was raining,

Shopping for hats on the main street,

And both of them were just complaining,

Because the colors were not fit.

 

He needed black, she wanted blue.

They saw each other in the mirror.

She smiled at once without a clue,

For she was not a conqueror.

 

They were engaged after a year:

She wearing blue with a black glove,

Cornflowers for the atmosphere,

Both with straw hats, vowing their love.

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Marie]

Sweet love poem...meeting and complementing if not matching...

[Cristina Moldoveanu]

Thank you Marie, I am happy you understood it.