Donna

My friends would never leave her be each passed and gave her a wink One could see, it was not to be it was driving me to drink.

Donna at 40

She was so stunning in her youth

my breath ran short when we met

She caught my eye, and with a sigh

had left me in a cold sweat

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I pursued her relentlessly

'til finally she gave in

A beautiful mind,what a find

a cross of beauty and sin

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My friends would never leave her be

each passed by her with a wink

One could see, it was not to be

it was driving me to drink

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Adoration grew in my chest

but time told a different tale

We had distressed, what beauty blessed

as in time our love grew stale

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"You're too much woman to be fair

I can see that now so clear

Such beauty's rare, a cross to bear

I have to let go my dear"

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We're  beauty for a fleeting day

that fades with the loss of youth

Forget and may, upon us weigh

the merciless pains of truth

Author's Note

I was Donna's friend many years after that.When we broke up I had injured myself so badly I wondered if I would recover. We met now and then in Louisville where I once raced and called my home. I remember telling her that children would help her in old age. But to her defense she was so intoxicating at 21, I wouldn't have listened to me either. She had lost her boyfriend when I last met her at 40 and had no children. Still beautiful but injured like the first time you make a child cry. Her own parents were very old by then. My heart bled for her. For truth be known I had loved her since the day we met. That was 10 years ago. I haven't heard from her but once since. Yet fresh in my mind as if yesterday I remember her wounded. How it cut me so deep I cried! Hers was the eternal beauty of Cleopatra, both inward and outward her light shone bright. I had been blessed to be her friend.
I adored her father and mother as well. It was easy to see where her beauty came from.

Reviews

[David Lewis Paget]

It takes courage to renounce the thing you want most. I doubt if I could have done it, Tate, which necessarily meant that in my life, I was the one left, never the one to leave. You had the foresight to avoid the pain of future indiscretions, though you didn't get off scot free. There is always the needle of nostalgia to aggravate the wound.

[Corset]

She's beautiful at any age.

[Tate Morgan]

I agree there is a inner beauty in her as well.She was a woman without peer

[Nithin Purple]

vereeeeeeeeeeey good poem

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you glad you liked it

[Nithin Purple]

good

[Michael G.]

Hindsight is easy. It's the walking into the sunset without knowing that is the b....h. You never can know what will happen to you or what "might" have happened had you stayed... but then, you couldn't have done that. Great write, TATE.

[Tate Morgan]

No one can know for sure but i can feel the winds when they stir and then infer a storm on the way

[Tomi]

wow..it takes bravery and extreme selflessness to let go of something you'd rather hold on to..it also takes "seeing the bigger Picture". A very well penned experience! Love it! I hope Donna finds happiness..

[Tate Morgan]

It took more than bravery it took all I had to do this

[Becky C Strukamp]

A rewind of a love not meant to be, though lessons surely learned and heeded that led you to where you ought be. Lovely poem of a love long ago, one that brought you forward and seemed to have kept her locked inside herself.

[Tate Morgan]

I tell myself if I had kept her I wouldn't have Tate or Becky I am content and happy .

[Becky C Strukamp]

Life sometimes knows what we need before we do.

[lee von cleef]

Painting our past , 20 20 or at least 20 18, hindsight.... Like you I held some great women, let them go, life is timing, and we are who we are from the foundation we stand on, oh to know what I know today back then, the wrecks I would of caused.

[Tate Morgan]

I caused enough trouble then But as to Donna I miss her kindness and her laugh .My wife now is everything a good woman could be.And I have Tate.Much as i loved Donna it was not to be and i could feel it

[Nautili]

Donna seemed like a young wild horse that did not want to be bridled, to run free. Now she has to accept with that lifestyle, there is a definite cost in old age. Hope she finds contentment in her life. Seems like she lost a stable influence ( ha, no pun meant there) when she lost you....

[Tate Morgan]

perfect explanation a filly unbridled running in the wind.

[Randolf Ramos]

Man you are really in love with Donna. SOmetimes fairy tales has a very sad ending.

[Tate Morgan]

My life with Donna was a fairytale.That may be why I never let go of her completely,.

[jdr / Jennifer]

elegant poem- beautifully written

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you Jenn