The Girl that I Love

An Adventure

The girl that I love

Never leaves my side

She's the poet's spring

Soon to unveil her sights.

 

Her eyes shine softly

Beams with the night moon

And in the dawn

She's the rays of the morn.

 

Speech like a rustling breeze

Speeding its way around the globe

Laughter that tumbles and falls

Hiding the world in her shawl.

 

The girl that I love

Never leaves my side

Dashes off with curioso

To skinny dip in Acapulco.

 

Dangles love from her eyes

And yes I'm forced to relent

Pulls virtuoso from the chronic

To listen to the Philharmonic.

 

And then the sudden urges

That storm so unexpectedly

Till I'm no longer flora

Running with bulls in Pamplona

 

The girl that I love

Never leaves my side

Denies she's a femme fatale

Teases me to build a Taj Mahal.

 

And all through the years

We sang of the melodies

Except when I got married

She took off with Barney.

 

And here in days grown old

I write of the girl I love

When we swam with the fishes

With eyes made for wishes.

 

The girl that I love

Never leaves my side

Says death is but a dream

And life is without sides.

 

Reviews

[Anahat]

aahh....Beautifully written :) Well done

[NotaBene]

I really enjoyed this piece, wonderful imagery. Keep up the good work!

[Muse]

How are you? Long time no read. So good to read your work again. And this poetry is refreshing new and different from what you usually share on the cafe. You need to write more poetry. Gorgeous work.

[livetowrite]

wish my boyfriend would write something like this for me

[Bowers]

a gracefully written piece here, very romantic and deep... very soft and touching.. love is beautiful!

[Tate Morgan]

Speech like a rustling breeze I like this It reminds me of the women i know who have the bi-octive voices.Like demi moore You know the ones that seem to be speaking in two octaves at once

[A. Amos]

Deep and beautiful expressions involve in your amazing poetry...great job my friend

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

One often leaves a wake in times that never really touch us, well done, good read.

[Chris]

I liked time's collage... and its whispers.