Swedish LadyA Poem by Poet PittinixThis is a beautiful love poem.Here comes that pretty, Swedish lady again. I see her on the road most mornings. She only tells me hello when she’s passing. And I only say hi to her in response. How I want her to say something else. I’m not satisfied with just hello all the time.
Her smile seems to be inviting a conversation. I suppose she’s a traditional person. Perhaps she wants me to make the first move. I’m not sure; she could be just shy. Does her heart pound when she greets me? I wonder if she thinks the same way I do.
Even though I’d like to know more about her, I won’t ask the Swedish lady her name. I stand at my gate in the morning just to see her, But I don’t want her to know about this. If she starts a conversation with me, I’d be glad. Every time I woo a girl, I don’t succeed.
I don’t want to tell her nice things in vain, So I won’t say she’s the prettiest lady I’ve ever seen. I won’t tell her that I like the way she walks, Neither will I say she’s the lady I desire. And I’m not going to tell her that I’m falling for her. I’ll just tell her hi whenever I see her. © 2024 Poet PittinixAuthor's Note
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Added on April 27, 2024 Last Updated on April 27, 2024 Tags: desire, conversation, love, morning, gate AuthorPoet PittinixKingston, West Indies, JamaicaAboutHi everyone, I'm an author from Jamaica. I write poems, songs, and short stories. Do not send me any private messages. I came here to read and to publish my compositions, not to engage in controver.. more..Writing
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