Sunday, July 12, 2015

The Flirt


I waited long my lovely
On that summer's night
All neat and smart and longing
For your presence to light
My fire, my passion
And promise you my life.

I waited long my princess
As the air turned chill
My plans went all asunder
And much against my will
wept some tears of doubt
that you would be my wife.

I waited what seemed like ever
the gifts I held seemed poor
Could I lose my precious who
to me meant so much more
Sadly I left that place
And trod my way back home

You didn't ring to tell me why
Or even write a letter
I lost you that summer's eve
To a man who was surely better
But as the past is past
I think I'll ring young Cindy

Postcard "The Flirt" by Boileau

This poem was posted almost five years ago and I thought it needed an airing

Jae Rose did comment on it then so she is excused this time!

27 comments:

  1. so enjoyed the twist...past is past indeed!...lol...

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  2. Ah thank you Old Egg..i can't remember five minutes ago let alone five years ago..glad to see a re-airing of The Flirt..I wonder if Cindy maybe another Cinderella dashing off before the clock strikes twelve...I've (probably) said it before and I'll say it again cats, dogs, ratties..never let you down although are limited in the love department ;)

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  3. A little disappointment here and there yearnings and happiness in others all in the process of growing up. It molds the person better perhaps for the future! Great lines oldegg!

    Hank

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  4. Ha. Hopefully Cindy is much better, but I think that you will find them all just as empty - if your intention is to only flirt. Its all part of love and life, and playing the game.

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  5. poor chap he has every right to know

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  6. You will never know unless you ask...

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  7. Those memories can be bittersweet....but perhaps Cindy, in the present, will bring light to his life.

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  8. I think it's a good idea.. Cindy is probably a better choice, nobody wants to be a stalker.

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  9. Well, some memories stay with us ..the day they went away..I guess you just have to make room for Cindy...

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  10. Cindy, Cinderella, lone girls sighted by the wolf ... nicely done. I suspect some of the loners save themselves in other ways than by choosing safer men.

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  11. It usually turns out for the best, in such cases. Glad you posted this, Robin. I enjoyed reading it.

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  12. Way to move on! Great poem.

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  13. An enjoyable read, and perhaps Cindy is the better choice

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  14. I am glad you aired this out...what a delight. He recovered quickly didn't he!

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  15. Yes, he moved on pretty quickly! This made me smile ~ lighthearted and a delight indeed. :)

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  16. just keep moving on. nicely done!

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  17. nicely done; happy you were healed so quickly

    thanks for dropping in at my Sunday Lime
    much love...

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  18. The ending is so the measure of youth.

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  19. Always a good idea to move on ... beautiful poem :-)

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  20. Aww.It is so sad and beautiful, Robin. Full of strength and passion. :)

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  21. Gotta wish him better luck with Cindy,

    Elizabeth

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  22. Guess when there's no answers, we change the question... and the answer to that is more satisfactory.

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  23. Yearning well-conveyed...
    A positive ending...
    Nice!

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