I remember you
The girl with the secret eyes
and the winsome smile
We never walked out
nor did we kiss in moonlight
but I so loved you
I knew where you lived
and often walked down your street
hoping to see you
I thought of you there
with the birdbaths and windchimes
waiting on the porch
You were never there
I wanted to kiss your lips
and touch your fingers
Just where are you now?
Do say you remember me
I still dream of you
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That porch is beautiful...i can almost hear it across the miles...
ReplyDeleteVery sweet haiku, and makes me wonder how many young men or women still harbor a yearning for someone who never knew they were there.
ReplyDeleteSweet bitter love, which we think of,
ReplyDeleteIt's sweet, especially with bird baths and wind chimes, but also a little stalkerish with the line about knowing where she lived.
ReplyDeleteWhen the poem first came to mind I envisioned a schoolboy crush but nothing sinister.
DeleteHow sweet!
ReplyDeleteI love "the girl with the secret eyes".
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