ArmourQuill Hunter

Rookie - 0 Points (1949 / Fort Smith, AR)

I Scared 'Mr. Perfect' Away... - Poem by ArmourQuill Hunter

What can I say, indubitably I did it; I even remember the very day.
After all the memorable moments, I blew a chance for love’s sway.
Times I’d visit him, after socializing in the pub; we’d have coffee.
Once while listening to classic music we even had some toffee.

Even after he and his friend chaperoned, I danced the night away.
Weeks later he talked of a new girl-friend, to saddening my fray.
Til then I hadn’t known what I felt; knowing how I’d miss our fun.
I’d sabotaged my chance for romance, with this perfect gentle one.

He had the perfect demeanour and caring ways with the such charm.
What I did was tell him only the bad and not’ of my heart, so warm.
And so he watched, I danced with every good looking guy in sight~!
Hoping he’d guess he was the-one or fooling myself for a bigger bite.

Hey, this Wild-Rose of destiny was running even from God, you see.
Never thought I’d inadvertently obstruct love, for fear’s reality.
I felt safe from love; fearing little and change wasn’t one of them.
Things for which we find of ourself are costly, within a fog so dim.


Comments about I Scared 'Mr. Perfect' Away... by ArmourQuill Hunter

  • (1/21/2008 3:12:00 AM)


    Me too. Well give yourself a break its all learning. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 1, 2006



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