Romantically Inclined Poem by Kim Schilling

All those innocent goodbyes,
and yet his yearning blue eyes,
spoke to me in profound secret,
I would hold and not soon forget.

It was his life’s tender obsession,
this man of dignified profession,
to breathe in the sweet aroma of me,
and touch me wholly and lovingly.

Velvet rose petals to lure my heart,
in hopes that with him I would depart,
beneath the glitter of the silver sky,
our love for each other we did cry.

Unsuspected to be romantically inclined,
clandestinely he had me wined and dined,
until that day when his place went unfilled,
death had taken him, as God had willed.


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