En Garde Cliche Poem by Bella Ravenstar

Footnote: I am not known for romantic poems because I am not a romanitc myself nor have I ever fallen in love. However this peom has been stuck in my head for some time. I hope you enjoy and I won't be writing anymore romance poems anytime soon.
(It's kinda long......)

Fencing practice
All the same
Stretching
Drilling
Then suiting up
Cladding the stiff chest guards and plastrons
Vipping up the thick white jackets
Corsetting the choking knickers and socks
Velcroeing the padded one hand glove
Each fencer claiming their epees
Clutching their caged masks under their arms
Then lining up in a row
The captian assigned each fencer to another
Until he and she were left
He tall
She a simple beauty
No one left for a judge
Going to a private side
Then lining up
One facing another
Swishing the salute
He gazed in her eyes
Then putting on their masks
With a roaring stomp
Epees clashed
Intense was the bout
Sometimes tieng score
Hands and legs cramping utterly sore
Advancing, lunging, and retreating
So on and so forth
The battle heated up
Then he lunged
Placing her helplessly against the wall
By tip of his epee
Clumsily she dropped her sword
And asked the score
Shrugging not a clue
Silent except for panting breaths
She held out her hand to shake his
A custom after a bout
He tore off his mask
Flipping and shaking his mane
Then grabbing her hand
And threw off her mask
She to puzzled to say
He jerked her sore arm
So she was closer to him
Trapped gazing eyes
He threw his arms around her neck
And gently locked his lips on hers
She flushed warmly as a red beet
And they embraced a tender kiss
Their lips parted
And he held her close
Brushing his lips among her rosey cheeks
Then locking lips again
Passion burned for a while
Melting the world away
Too deep in the moment
Lips parted again
He held her close
and kissed her hand
Whispering sweet words
Causing a shiver in her spine
Then time came
He had to go
The moment broken
But burned forver in memory
She too breathless for a word
How did this come to be so?
Her first kiss came
Her first kiss went
Blown away
For she never knew
Her dream boy
Dreamed about her too



That was really hard.......
Thats the first and last romantic poem I will write....
LOL