I remember you, standing before me,
Lined up on the steps of the school,
Offering my insatiable young sight
The seductive vision of your harmonic figure;
And the absorbed swaying of your brown braid
Was the snake that mesmerized my senses.
It was not me to pull it, as you understood at once,
But when you turned around, with barely a
Frown of disapproval
The charm of your eyes hit me
As the announcement of land over the horizon
A castaway.
And since then
That memory has warmed my soul.
Very nice! Quite a romantic at thirteen. The poem is amazing for such a young age. Well, genius has no age.
well, it's that memory that is dated 50 years.. the poem only 5... :) thank you, Sandra!
Such delightful memories you have depicted in this lovely poem.
thank you, David.. I've appreciated your coming by and commenting on my poems
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An enchanting little gen sir.. I love how your poems often show a glimplse of an old memory and the warmth in them.. Beautiful..
point is.. 'memories' help me to survive.. thank you for your kind comment, Souren