not romeo and Juilet

Written by: jan oskar hansen

Not Romeo and Juliet 

Sea green, her eyes and long red hair 
that shone like bronze towards twilight.
Her laughter, a peel of utter delight;
In my mind she was Irish.  
She refused my adolescent passion 
I was too young for her.
And I said: if you will not be my love
I will join the merchant navy.
It was winter, snow fell on the docks where 
the ship was moored, but she was not 
there to take farewell
We met again when we both were 
middle aged, her eyes still green, but not 
as verdant as the sea. 
A melancholic smile, both married twice
and we knew about regrets.