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The Beauty With the Golden Fine Hair
by Tony WhitakerShe slid in my office
her smile divine
suddenly a tingle
moved up my surprised spine
quaffed her fragrance
swooned in my chair
As I behold the beauty
with the golden fine hair
We dated, our first
was filled with much fun
it started immediately
something told me to run
as I watched and listened
something told me beware
As I behold the beauty
with the golden fine hair
Performed my singles dance
upon my own stage
by my rules, my wants
my own sil vous plait
then finally she bolted
ran in despair
As I behold the beauty
with the golden fine hair
Now the days are cold and empty
and I wonder each night
who holds my true love
beneath heavens starlight
So Ill lie here in bed
while my mind reaches there
As I behold the beauty
with the golden fine hair
10/01/1991 Author's Note: I found this little jewel I wrote before I married my wife. She had finally come to realize I was a single man for life. Little did I know I was already in love with her. I hate it when that happens. So I wrote this in the pit of despair in 1991.
Posted on 11/15/2007
Copyright © 2026 Tony Whitaker
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Laurie Blum on 11/15/07 at 01:11 PM This is so beautiful. |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 11/15/07 at 04:07 PM Exquisite! Tell me, you gave it to her when you wrote it? |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 11/16/07 at 04:37 AM I bet she would love to read this if not already. What an awesome testimony of how true love never fails.. aloha to you and yours from out here, under the swaying palms.. alisa ;-0 |
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