Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Prelude To Our Love
I saw her for the first time
In the old red-rose garden
My heart like a bell, chimed
Was she, an angel from heaven?
Was I in a fairyland
Or was it a dream? I wondered
To check, I pinched my hand
It was real, my senses answered
Her heart, I longed to win
And wanted her in my arms
I took a step, my legs felt thin
As I compared myself to her charm
The wait seemed an eternity
My vibes for her grew
I would die for this beauty
But what to do now, I had no clue
I would talk to her, I resolved
Guiding my feeble legs towards her
Nearing her, my utopia dissolved
And I wished to be a little braver
What a graceful smile on her face
Everything seemed still and
My heartbeat took up the pace
When she asked "Would you be my friend?"
For One Single Impression.
Prompt 139: Grace.
For Poetry Potluck at Jingle Poetry.
Theme: Love and Romance.