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