I noticed her
There at the bus stop
So I dared to speak to her
It was so cold
She was wrapped up warm
And happy to talk to me
I asked her out
Jazz club "No", film "Yes"
Held hands in the cinema
She loved music
Sang in a chorus
Got ticket for "Iolanthe"
So I loved her
While tripping hither
Now married with three children
Music was then
The food of sweet love
A symphony of delight
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Love the last lines of "music was then the food of love, a symphony of delight." Moving.
ReplyDeleteThis is a nice way of incorporating the theme of love with music. I could picture both the narrator and the girl mentioned dancing in a classical ballroom. Reading your poem was like reciting a scene from a black and white movie. Really neat. :)
ReplyDeleteHow music can be the impetus for a loving union. Very candid in simplicity oldegg!
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Ah, it is wonderful to find someone who shares one's interests. This truly IS the foundation of true love.
ReplyDelete"Music was then the food of sweet love." Oh yes. It was.
ReplyDeleteWell written, I immediately heard The Hollies singing "Bus Stop"
ReplyDeleteI feel the muse-ic of delight in this sweet lyric narrative. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteI love how you cleverly unfurled this story over two prompt sites..i am glad i read them in the order i did..and even gladder they broke that silence
ReplyDeleteOh, the melody of love! So sweet, old egg :)
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