We'd crossed the boundary
You blush scarlet no more
When I dare to kiss you
You do not jump
Nervously when we touch
Our secret affair
But it was not enough
Those long walks in the park
Dreams of another life
Still rang no bells
We were so blind in love
They found out of course
So one day I could tell
Misty eyes told of tears
His threats to run riot
I feared for you
We will not meet again
Except from afar
True love is hard to find
It lasts but a second
I so miss your sweet lips
Your auburn hair
That special glance for me
I'll not forget you
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I hope when she returns the riot is not a threat...a moment of passion and love may be fleetingly magic but i suppose consequences last a little longer..i enjoyed the perspective and how it made me think of her story as much as his..
ReplyDeleteSuch an enamoring piece....!!
ReplyDeleteIt lasts but a second.. sometimes that is enough!
ReplyDeleteAnd for that second we can live a million seconds waiting,
ReplyDeletesecret affairs tend to be bitter sweet....
ReplyDeleteTruly a secret affair with a secret ending! But love is still in the air!
ReplyDeleteHank
The implication of domestic violence turns this poem on its head. There's nothing romantic about it.
ReplyDeleteSorry Marilyn that was not the intention! Here a flirtation between workmates or other friendly liaison has got out of hand and one has backed off with guilt leaving the other desolate.
DeleteI think it was the realization it wasn't meant to be that caused the tears...I wonder how many times the lovers will replay the moment in their mind?
ReplyDeleteThis is so human... From the nervousness (and thrill) that surrounds an affair that is not meant to be, to the bittersweet recollection of it... so very human, indeed.
ReplyDeleteSometimes the spark happens at the inopportune time. Glad that someone put the brakes on it, though I am sure both will have their pleasant memories & the thought of what might have been.....if only....
ReplyDeleteWhy did my mind suddenly go back to a certain office party? I wonder where she is now? Mmmm.
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I like 'That special glance for me' line...we able to collect them in memory like in album with photos...nice
ReplyDeleteI promise not to tell!
ReplyDeleteI Protest (that's my story, not a comment!)
You have become a true master of romance!
ReplyDeleteBeautifully imagined. I worry about that angry husband.
ReplyDeleteSad sweet and necessary farewell. It is rare to be evenly matched, but then some like the thrill of secrecy and forbidden love and would fall apart if it were no longer dangerous.
ReplyDeleteThe secrecy, the thrill of forbidden love is well captured here. I too worry about the husband, not just his jealousy but I feel badly for him. He was betrayed after all - hopefully does not get violent.
ReplyDeleteThis poem, like others, certainly makes me wonder if such moments are truly worth it...romantic sounding on the surface but underneath, the sneaking, the threat of domestic violence. Is this just an escape for escape sake or is it truly really love? Being betrayed does not always inspire forgiveness or continuation of a thrown away love. Nice moody poem.
ReplyDeleteIn some ways the ultimate in romantic tales – star-crossed love. I've been on both sides of this situation. Sooner or later a choice must be made.
ReplyDeleteImportant time is NOW not tomorrow. But everything should be taken into consideration. Situations don't favor us always. Sometimes we have to let go and right the wrong.
ReplyDeleteLove can be such a fleeting thing, but can brings memories for years after,
DeleteElizabeth
A romantic write of forbidden love, never ends well can't keep secrets forever. very good poem!
ReplyDeleteFleeting though it may be, it will live forever in your memory...and make you smile.
ReplyDelete"But it was not enough"---dreamlike affairs/fantasies rarely ever are!
ReplyDeleteSo much left unsaid.
ReplyDeleteSuch a sweet and tender write ... though achingly sad. If only wishing could make such things, so.
ReplyDeleteI agree with those who are seeing this for the romantic, forbidden but fleeting thing this seems to be about - not something that was leading to domestic violence - quite the opposite - something that was nipped rather responsibly in the bud, but that would be remembered for years as what might have been ... and that is, no matter how one looks at it, often poignantly, achingly sad.
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