Tony Bush Poet Verse

True Romance

Once upon a time...a female aquaintance asked me if I could write a piece that 
represented a fairytale, idealised-type view of romance from a female 
perspective. (Hey, look, it's not the weirdest thing I've ever been asked to do). 
Anyway, this is what I wrote...and she hated it. What anyone else makes of it, well 
that's up to them.

I wait in hope, hands clasped to breast 
and sigh a heartfelt sigh of depth 
generated from my inner child 
who counts no cost of running wild. 
Unfettered by the concrete caves 
of city streets and sweatshop graves, 
she spins on mountains capped with snow 
and bears the torch of "never know". 
For true, I never know what flame 
may blaze in optimism's name, 
whilst cynics with a sneer deride 
I keep my options open wide. 
I surf the wind that drives the sails 
of maritime faith and fairy tales 
and dream the day when I might meet 
he who sweeps me off my feet. 
He comes by steed or muscle car 
to liken me unto the stars, 
to crush me soft in arms of steel, 
cement my dreams and make them real. 
My blood will sing in veins of bliss, 
my lips will drink the deepest kiss; 
his life he'd sacrifice to prove, 
his endless love...the earth would move. 
If I believe enough to know 
my will alone might make it so, 
and so-called schemes of true romance 
may well come true if left to chance. 
I wait in hope and close my eyes, 
with fingers crossed and wishful sighs; 
my prince, my sweet aristocrat: 
you have to dream...what's wrong with that?

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