Purity
I
At the innocent age of sixteen I was sinless,
Pure as driven white snow and totally trusting;
And I fell in love, oh, it was more than fondness,
This was true love, my soul and heart was yearning;
I was smitten, besotted, how I longed for his soft caress,
We would walk hand in hand with such wide-eyed innocence;
So clean and fresh, unworldly, inexperienced and so full of purity,
Our world was small but our endless, devoted love was so immense,
Naïve, gullible and demure, how I blushed pink when he said I was pretty.
II
I waited for him breathless at my home,
On his motorcycle we would fly unguarded;
We liked to find little country towns to roam,
O, I adored him and I was fascinated, infatuated;
We drove the motorcycle on beaches through foam,
I dreamt at night that this true love would be my groom;
The days, weeks and years have passed since this pure love,
He was not my groom, he did not age one day, he dwells above,
I still hold this childhood love so dear and often go to visit his tomb.
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May 6, 2015
Poetry/Ode/Purity
Copyright Protected, ID 04-670-704-06
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, When Love Was Innocent,
sponsor, Justin Bordner, HM, Judged 2015
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2015
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