Donna Poem by Allan James Saywell

Donna



out of a blue mist in time
a young beauty of her generation
appeared as a rose
with a perfumed leaf
offered her love
to a young man
with the swagger of youth
they danced their dance of love
to the music of their decade
she never grows old
my memory shares her soul
together- -forever
like two stars
in an endless universe

Friday, August 8, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: first love
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