The Blond Haired Girl Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Golden locks
The girl I fell in love with years ago when summer
was excellent, and we bathed in
the lake I didn`t ven kiss her but patted her shoulder.
I wanted to embrace and kiss her making her mine
but feared to ruin our friendship which was for me
a costly gift in my new life in a foreign land.
I had written about it before she was so young,
her bright, lovely smile I could not risk that with my
clammy hands around her slender waist.
There was more I had lost someone like her before
I had lost her in lust and forgotten her friendship she
had been my mate till she tired of me and left.
She is still there in the village, divorced now with a son and a daughter who treat me
like a grandad, they treat me well ring and bring me gas bottles when needed,
and it strikes me by not making love to her, I got the best friendship can offer.