Playful Fancy

Playful Fancy

She sat by a quiet brook
Reading pages from a book
He couldn’t help but turn and look
And from it, this he took

She held beauty, she had grace
Her thoughts scattered around the place
Her head among the stars in space
She was much more than a pretty face

His approach, somewhat timid and direct
Something she would forever recollect
A cautious, careful attempt to connect
Left him standing for a chance to interject

She smiled without a word or sound
Suddenly, he could feel his heart pound
He smiled and sat with her against the ground
Leaving a feeling quite profound

Before long, silence faded to conversation
Something he met with great elation
And as she stood to leave temptation
He was filled with frightening anticipation

Would his eyes ever grace her so?
Why did she have to stand and go?
These are things he didn’t know
She simply nodded, her face aglow


Posted on February 13, 2014, in Light-hearted, Love, Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. This strangely makes me think of Sinatra’s “Strangers in the Night”. 🙂 good write up! Strong imagery here, loved it

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