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an UNFORGETTALBE 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 at the very least
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 the evening ended before she got to know me

For the band was on their symphonic way out
while two people who felt bound together for no reason suffered unreasonable doubt
And I did not inquire as to how I could touch her 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 of a lady who 
was the embodiment of love made mystic by the music’s end
but hopefully to be continued

Someone opened the door to  the lounge
As the band was played the last song,  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
and then utter the sigh of her "hi"
We both agreed that the whole week had been a master with no heart
And now, for years we’ve danced to music that gave our love its most romantic start     
2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!~


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  1. Date: 6/24/2011 10:17:00 AM
    A double 7 plus to you, Jeffrey. From the title one expects to be consumed by the horrid cold. On the contrary. There is so much warmth (read as happiness) in here. Much, much more warmth to you, my dear, dear friend. Hugs, Licia.