The wind tangled
her hair
She has not yet
seen me
Still climbing up
the hill
She skipped and
danced around
Free just like a
wild fawn
And just so
beautiful
Yet soon she will
be mine
Precious jewel
among many
For I am so lucky
What does she see
in me?
Do I make her
feel safe?
Can I make her
happy?
Is she singing up
there?
Telling the world
of our love
Yearning for me
to come
She stops as she
sees me
Then comes running to
my arms
Hair streaming behind her
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Lovely picture and poetry. You are such a romantic soul, Old Egg.
ReplyDeleteSo lovely. ..totally romantic...sigh
ReplyDeleteAhhh, the sweetness of new love! You had us all envisioning her there waiting for him and he hoping that he would win her heart. Wind in the hair, I love that feeling still... wild and free! :-)
ReplyDeleteI can picture the girl, her feelings, and the happiness of the poet.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem, her life is definitely not tangled like her hair :)
ReplyDeleteVery sweet. What a romantic you are. It shows in so many of your writings.
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