My Sweet Regret
My sweet regret; resplendently
appeared the star who I would see
light up my life and fill my soul
because not ever in my whole
small world had one shone such as he!
Like polished onyx, glittery,
his dark eyes cast a spell on me
that nearly made me lose control. . .
My sweet regret!
He soon became a malady;
this man still in my memory -
how wickedly he would cajole
me, for I kept my proper role.
No matter, he will always be. . .
My sweet regret.
For the Any Poem, Any Subject Poetry Contest of Anne Currin
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013