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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required AN UNFORGETTABLE EVE WHEN THE WIND OPTED TO BLOW SNOW Saturday sought snow and became a shawl for the entire northeast but for me it was heaven sent The lights from the lounge reflected off the white wide world And the evening’s festivities were akin to feathers blessed by flight It was the final tune of that night A night astoundingly bright And then she mystically appeared, that evening’s gift to me But no, ’twas music and dance meant not to be For the band was on their symphonic way, but one woman and twelve young men And I did not inquire as to how she could touch me once again So you see, As seasons do disparate deeds and April slays the snow……………… By the time the ice and snow were done I ended up the most sorrowful one Hours devoured days since I hoped to hold her hand to dance Alas when dreamed did I of her By what name wouldst she be summoned forth Thusly I gave her many names All mellifluent All melodic All floral All names that claimed a soul serene Each day I’d wonder why I lost that which would sustain me alone No food, no drink, but ever do not wrench us two apart I knew not the trail to her abode, on a street blessed by her presence No way to see that sight of light and brightness for me to behold The next week I was calling Saturday sadder day Yet and still a friend coaxed me into going where I had found the first sight the virgin image of a lady who was the embodiment of love made mystic by the music’s end Someone opened the door to the lounge As a juke box was playing some kind of classical composition mixed with jazz My eyes scanned the room that she might as I had, come there but for to meet me And yes, there she was, and smiled sensually as she drew nigh With eyes that rivaled the bluest cerulean blue sky We both agreed that the whole week had been a master with no heart And still, for years we’ve danced to music that gave our love its most romantic start © 2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!
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