Saturday, 25 July 2015

Love in her eyes



My heart was on fire
Clare agreed to go with me
We walked by the river
The sunshine smiles at us
Approvingly

 Our hands were so warm
I didn't want to let go
Then suggested a boat trip
She nodded agreeing
That should be fun

 I rowed from the dock
Upstream to the shady trees
To escape the day's warmth
Though it was such hard work
She looked so sweet

 Pulled into the bank
We kissed each other fondly
Not noticing close by
A camping site site just there
Oh, damnation!

 What a mooring place
Small children and their kayaks
Campfires and marshmallows
Was my idea of hell
But she just laughed

 I rowed further up
And we talked of many things
I liked her long brown legs
I'll not be tired of her
There's love in her eyes
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29 comments:

  1. Sumana Roy25 July 2015 at 23:55

    aw......children's cackle would surely be a distraction on such beautiful moments....a sweet poem :)

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  2. vivinfrance26 July 2015 at 00:52

    Beautifully romantic

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  3. Anonymous26 July 2015 at 01:10

    a love that will last long enough I think - the children are a future episode as well perhaps

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  4. Jae Rose26 July 2015 at 01:32

    Rowing into a kiddies camp would be my idea of damnation too! Row on and forth...

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  5. totomai26 July 2015 at 01:55

    i am sure you blused Robin. well Clare didn't have a problem about it :)

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  6. Sanaa Rizvi26 July 2015 at 03:00

    This is so romantic!! I love the idea of boating.. its so peaceful and serene.

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  7. Mary26 July 2015 at 04:13

    One can only smile at this interruption! Hope there will be more private moments along the bank!

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  8. Vinay Leo R.26 July 2015 at 04:15

    How romantic. :) I agree with Mary, there are promises further down the bank, I feel.

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  9. Purba chakraborty26 July 2015 at 06:34

    A very sweet and romantic poem. This was a delightful Sunday read.

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  10. Gillena Cox26 July 2015 at 08:09

    Happy memories. LOL the way you panicked at the interruption. But you rowed away

    Have a nice Sunday

    Much love...

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  11. kaykuala26 July 2015 at 08:20

    Wonderful episode of a love story bound for more dual sharings for young hearts. Great write oldegg!

    Hank

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  14. scotthastiepoet26 July 2015 at 09:28

    Lovely recall, my friend - "I'll not be tired of her" - such days to remember that tell us we have lived...

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  15. Kerry O'Connor26 July 2015 at 09:54

    Your poem tells an age old story of attraction and expectation... the salt of the earth.

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  16. Matthew Henningsen26 July 2015 at 10:24

    I like the narrative nature of this piece. You truly tell a story.

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  17. Magaly Guerrero26 July 2015 at 11:37

    What we want, what we seen, and what we are convinced we will do with it... such complex tale, the tale of living and loving. And your poem tells it so well. ♥

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  18. Myrna R.26 July 2015 at 11:48

    Such a human story. Lovers seeking solitude. So romantic. Enjoyed reading this. It reminded me of younder days. Sigh.

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  19. J.N.T.26 July 2015 at 11:58

    that was familiar...lol, left me smiling and nodding at a memory...haha

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  20. Donna@LivingFromHappiness26 July 2015 at 13:14

    A sweet memory perhaps....you are such a purveyor of love poems and sweet memories of love...I adore the last line Robin. An important thing to have, love in your eyes'.

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  21. Sherry Blue Sky26 July 2015 at 15:33

    Had to smile at the unexpected audience for your romantic moment. This is sweet, Robin.

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  22. Wendy Bourke26 July 2015 at 16:44

    Love the juxtaposition of the hotdog crowd providing the backdrop to such a tender moment. The essence of good humor is people finding themselves in awkward situations that they would rather not be in - but which we all could imagine. An awesome bit of writing.

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  23. Anonymous26 July 2015 at 19:33

    Uncomfortable yes, but it all worked out,

    Elizabeth

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  24. C.C.26 July 2015 at 20:48

    If you can't be awkward and laugh about it together then there's no future, right???

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  25. Bastet's Waka Library26 July 2015 at 22:45

    Looks like a lovely summer afternoon ... nice write! Bastet

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  26. Rosemary Nissen-Wade27 July 2015 at 04:28

    I love your romantic tales.

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  27. Magical Mystical Teacher27 July 2015 at 04:51

    There are places we are prevented from going by dint of circumstance. Too bad for you and Clare about those kids and their marshmallows. I know, she laughed it off, but it was really no laughing matter, was it?

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  28. Gen Giggles 27 July 2015 at 05:27

    Great story poem, enjoyed it very much

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  29. Cathy27 July 2015 at 18:40

    hahaha, love how snuck in the kids catching the lovers. Very Clever because it show how love stuck the guy was.

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