New Years Gift
seating screwed in the soundly pub
the tankard half tilted to his mouth
watching above his surged spectacles
Two brown ladies
sweep by, swaying hips in desire
serving drinks to yearning customers.
Is it admiration that starts in him??
or the reality that he has no peace?
he matches his eyes with her motions.
Back to the counter,
she notices the suggestive eyes
staring at her with a feeling of awe
she initiates a smile.
Swept by the wind of unrest and
deluged by a sense of yearning,
He rises and moves towards her
wondering what to say
but his feelings dare
suspended in awe like a lovers kiss...
the feeling so foreign
He lifts her arms with motionless lips
tries to utter "LOVE YOU"
but he swallows his words.
Through telepathy, the two souls unite,
shared feelings in the air
love to declare
with a promise of marriage
that restores the courage.
They begin anew
how he had no clue
a love now true,
a new year's gift to who
seemed so blue.
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