How plain it looks in the morning sun, as I hold it up to the window light
And palm it fondly once again
It stirs my heart with tenderness, emotions blend with winter's sky
A rock as smooth as glass…, this heart shaped stone he gave to me
Along with a kiss that could not last, that brief repast
of what would pass
...and of what could never be….,
I was late to bloom, a quiet girl, long dark hair, and I blushed too easily
He sat behind me in science class, poked fun, and loved to tease me
He would flip my pony tail to and fro, and beg for the answers to a test
Or call me “squirt”…….and to the rest...
he’d say, “Bug off!”…if someone dared to taunt me
His eyes were dark, and skin was tan, and the leather jacket had much appeal
A flirt he was, but much too fast, especially for a girl like me
Considered cool….I was quite out-classed, but I must confess....my love was real
He lived far down our country road, his family owned a big ranch home
His Jeep sped daily by our house, driving much too fast,...much too fast...
Too much privilege, has a price, oh...you know, .... he was the spoiled kind
My parents often said as much...
“Don’t look too hard!” “Don’t be inclined!” much too fast...much too fast...
But beneath the cool, his smooth talk play,
was the protective way he treated me,
he had a tender smile for me.....it was sincere...I knew it then
I know it was......I believed in him
Even though, he wore a false disguise...a macho side, for all the guys
One day when I was on my horse, a mile from home,
he drove on by and then, of course
he stopped to talk, we laughed, he smiled
I tied my mare, he left his Jeep, we took a walk through growing oats
So cold, then rain, so unprepared, he shared his coat,
and the leather scent filled the air
Beneath our feet, he saw the rock, a multi-colored heart shaped stone
He gave me a quiet look, and took my hand…
Into my fist, he put the stone, and on my lips….a tender kiss
We never spoke of it again….He was cool, …. you must remember
this morning, cold, in January....lives on and on in memories
I heard the news a few years later…it broke my heart, and brought the rain
He sped too fast, ………….again,……again …..
The past brings pain .........again, ....again....
Sweet scent of leather, can last forever
Reminding me now, of yesterday
Reminding me now, of never, never...
of the things that can never be....
For contest sponsored by Giorgio Veneto