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

29 comments:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Have a nice Sunday

    Much love...

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

    Hank

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

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

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

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

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

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  21. 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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  22. Uncomfortable yes, but it all worked out,

    Elizabeth

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

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

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  25. 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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  26. Great story poem, enjoyed it very much

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  27. 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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