Miss Monroe

You stood on the stage and flashed your winning smile
The play had gone well, cast was ending their stay
I had eyes only for you and curtsy style.
Our eyes met for an instant, you looked away
But my heart didn’t look away as you left stage
I knew instantly I wanted to engage
You at the members rear door this night
With bouquet of flowers in hand and smile right.

I’d seen play three times before, what mattered that?
I came to see you and all else was nothing
You didn’t know me, but I left where I sat
and bought blossoms from young street girl’s offering
You came with your friends laughing so happily
Your voices and words sounding most merrily
I stood in your way with flowers in my hand
Giving you a smile hoping you’d stop and make stand

“Please take these flowers I give to you just now,
Your performance was outstanding, Miss Monroe,
The play’s wonderful but it’s to you I bow.
Your acting is natural, your words do flow
Like the sound of a sliver stream on its way,
Refreshing the sinews of my heart this day.
Tomorrow I’ll gladly see your play again
Tomorrow and tomorrow and  once more then.”
7-1-17
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Gauthier Avatar
February 24, 2018 at 5:40 PM
Love your poem and the way it ends... "tomorrow I’ll gladly see your play again..." Congrats on your win, Alfred.
Wigley Avatar
February 24, 2018 at 2:09 PM
Congrats, Alfred, a tale of devotion and u.requited love. Well done. Regards, Viv
Scars Avatar
February 23, 2018 at 10:29 AM
Alfred ,this reminded me of Marilyn Monroe, ,I wasn't sure if it was about her? But great poem, great rhythm and rhyme, ,thank you and congrats :) -luloo
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