She'D Think We'Re Having An Affair Poem by Carlton Briganza

You are my first love,

I remember your tender loving care,

You'd put your arms through the window grill

And very gently stroke my hair.



I'd look at you all evening

And ponder in silent gaze,

With but a million stars for company,

How fortunate must I be,

You'd turn away from them all,

And choose to shine on me.



It was all great, till one day,

You came out and met the sun,

The whole world saw you two kissing,

And with that we were done.



My heart broke like a windshield,

Bits and pieces scattered,

Scarred to love no more,

Bruised, lonely and tattered.



He is asleep, and you lie awake,

Wondering what to do.

Remembering a forgotten romance,

You look at me. And I look at you.



Oh moon, don't hug me tight,

My life's in darkness and you're so bright.

I've had a fight,

With my missie last night.



She's gone away to her mamma's house,

I think she might attend the village fair.

If she came back, to find me in your arms,

She'd think we're having an affair.



Thats all was the poem,

Stop looking for something more,

I made these lines up just now,

Is every beach a shore? ; -)