Stored In The Heart Poem by David Lewis Paget

I had no idea of who she was,
But knew she appealed to me,
All that I knew, her name was Roz,
So I wove her history.
Imagination's a marvellous thing
But that doesn't make it real,
I thought I could make the whole thing up
But I only judge by feel.

I had her grow in a miserable home
Where no-one could understand,
A feckless mother and drunken Dad
With no-one to hold her hand.
She'd come to life when she left that home,
Left everything else behind,
And if she wasn't together yet,
Then everyone else was blind.

I loved the way that her hair curled down
To sit at the nape of her neck,
I loved that serious air she had
To hold everyone in check.
I didn't know if she noticed me
She never gave me a look,
Whenever she passed my desk, I sat
And buried my head in a book.

We used the stationery storeroom there,
It was big enough for two,
I walked on in and I locked the door,
Said, ‘I've been looking at you.'
She seemed surprised and had startled eyes
When I drew her close for a kiss,
But she raised her lips and she moved her hips,
So it didn't seem too remiss.

She met me down at the local pub
To discuss the feelings she had,
‘It's not that I didn't enjoy the kiss,
I don't want you feeling bad.
But I have a guy and he's awful shy,
So don't tell what happened today,
Some things are sacred, stored in the heart, '
And then she had walked away.

21 May 2017