It Was Her Smile

TroostAvenue on Nov 21, 2009

And that, dear grandchild, is how it started.

I saw her smile at me
And there was love in that
I smiled back at her
And returned her love

Not real love, of course
Hardly even nascent love
But I did feel its gentle tug
So I just tugged right back

As she came closer
She said hello with lovely voice
My smile now so wide
I felt the fool, and blushed

At that, she blushed too
But her eyes were steady
As were mine
Come, I said, sit with me

Two smiling fools were we by then
Our hands met half way to grasp
I’ve never let go since then
And nearly fifty years have passed

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Comments (10)

Guy Hogan on Nov 21, 2009
A lovely poem. The only thing better than young love is long lasting love.
Sukhdarshan on Nov 21, 2009
this is an excellent poem that respires in the presence of sublime love…thanks for sharing such a wonderful poem..
LOVELYHONEY on Nov 21, 2009
Just excellent your poem

It goes to prove how time flies
Though man cries
He still continues to try
At 50 years of lapse
Let ample love from start relapse

Those times were different
Then men and women were lovers true
Times have since changed
I wish now you knew

Guys go now fish
Be it in a ditch
Or for a new dish
Then they show
What we can’t
Yes fish once again
For sure we all now know.

But your fifty years
My do you say
Not that many minutes
Now any longer than that
Can any one these days stay.
Snooky on Nov 21, 2009
Absolutely Loverly,
Valerie Curtiss on Nov 21, 2009
Very sweet
cutedrishti8 on Nov 22, 2009
Excellent poem…Loved it
Phantom Beauty on Nov 22, 2009
Ho Troost-meister! That is such a pretty and good feeling warm poem! It makes me all happy all over…well I have nothing else to say except for good job and keep writing! (But take your time, of course. You are after all, retired)
Christine Ramsay on Nov 22, 2009
That is such a lovely piece.

Christine
Aiyanna on Nov 22, 2009
This is beautiful!!!
Darla Cooke on Nov 22, 2009
Lovely poem!

Hi there!