Feathery Leaves, Calif.–6:19 p.m., Pamper-Her-Friday:
“I’ll Be There Waiting”
I offer my autumn romance,
Before you assume you aren’t worthy of lilies
and dare to look askance . . .
my candid heart has written,
The first line may be the most evocative
The last stanza affirms I’m smitten,
and a modern renaissance man,
Label me what you will, no matter,
I’m ready to take the stand,
the art of woman-treating,
The last of a dying breed I’m not
But here’s a nugget worth repeating:
Let’s not cease touching hands,
Relationships are not predisposed to failure
unless we neglect to dance,
that rain from October skies,
There’s a bench I’ve scouted near the edge of
Park Place for the lyrics in your eyes,
Will the elation be subdued?
Or will you let it go, that it may overflow
I may elicit the sweetest taboo mood,
their relationship would evolve,
What they wanted at 20 would differ at 40
Romance not enough to solve,
and the kiss will find its way,
No assumptions I’ll make and no liberties I’ll take
But we can’t keep this thing at bay,
We’ve yet to make love but we’re in love
A double epiphany–can this be?
Come a little closer, this bench is ours
Passers-by and onlookers agree,
A chill in the air is settling in
The leaves are floating like feathers,
Come, place your hand in mine
For I wanna keep you tethered,
To me and I’ll be the autumn pamperer
whom I so eloquently recited,
My place is warm with hot cocoa and gumbo
and, woman, you’re exclusively invited . . . .
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A Romance in Autumn. -Rg2
© 2012 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®