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My Love With the Golden Fine Hair

by Tony Whitaker

One day She slid in my office her smile quite divine
From nowhere a tingle suddenly moves up my spine,
I quaffed her fragrance and swooned in my chair,
As I watch my love with the golden fine hair.

We dated, our first, was indeed so much fun,
And it started immediately, something told me to run.
As I watched and I listened, something told me beware,
As I watch my love with the golden fine hair.

I performed my eternal dance upon this life’s stage,
By my rules, my wants, my own s’il vous plait.
Then finally she bolted and ran in despair,
As I watch my love with the golden fine hair.

Now my cold days are empty and I wonder each night,
Who holds my true love ‘neath the heaven’s starlight?
So I’ll lie here in bed and my mind will wander there,
As I watch my love with the golden fine hair.

12/18/2006

Author's Note: I penned this in 1991 at a time when IK just did not want a long term relationship. This poem is at the point where I discovered my love for my current wife and the despair I felt at the time. But everything worked out, after a very long time of trying to win her back!

Posted on 12/18/2006
Copyright © 2021 Tony Whitaker

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Alisa Js on 12/18/06 at 10:24 PM

This one speaks to me of the recognition that can happen in our souls, yet sometimes....due to the intense range of emotions and thoughts that do rumble around.... creates a pause.. beautiful..;-0

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