And Maybe Would Still Love Her Poem by Uriah Hamilton
And Maybe Would Still Love Her
Twisting dirt roads summertime south
In the birdsong youth of yesterday
When as a boy I had joyous dreams
Of a magical girl
And sauntered the ice-cream side-streets of innocence
Holding her hand in mine;
Endless promises were made
Spoken with love beneath apple trees
With words that sounded something like marriage and family and eternity.
There were long afternoons that seemed forever before they disappeared
Into some wistful memory that I mingle
In an evening glass of wine.
I tell myself I don’t miss her but I do
And maybe would still love her
If I found her again in a different world.
The lovely scent of nostalgia that pervades this poem sets the reader dreaming.
Wonderful images on, the musings of the what-if loves, which may have left, or left behind? Danny
Wonderfully dreamy romance from you here Uriah! I have come to expect nothing less. Yes! Maybe we all would, if only we could! Smiling at you, Tai
beautiful words... the romantic nostalgia and the images of love you have painted are serene and hopeful...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/5/2024 2:51:48 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Praise for your magical summertime mood. Those whom we have loved, never leave the landscapes of our minds. Take care. Always your friend, Sandra