La Réparation Tardive Deux Poem by Thomas Koen

La Réparation Tardive Deux

Her eyes dance with a wild fire,
Her brunette hair, their flowing fumes.
Her lips are pink, cute and curvy,
Shes pretty, smart and funny too.

Her dimples so simple, so sweet I can't take,
Her cold rosy cheeks, leave a shiver, can't shake.
Her lashes leave gashes, holes in my heart,
She blinks, my heart sinks, wishing it's a wink.

I'd like to take back, unspin whats spun,
But the past is the past, never to be undone.
I can only give praises for what she inspires,
Each verse feeds a thirst for my longing desires.

I hadn't rhymed one time, written a line in years,
But with her on my mind my pen flies, mind clears.
I wish to bring back those laughs, wipe those tears,
I wish to trade our secrets, our passions, our fears.

She makes me rhyme of better times,
Of things today I cease to find,
Of days we joked, laughed and cried.
These things today, No longer mine.

These days have gone, past in time,
Some memories fade, not hers in mine.
I reminisce now, my arm on her shoulder,
The things I'd take back now that I'm older.

I wish back then I valued her friendship,
When she had given me all that I've mentioned.
I hope she sees this as a promise belated,
A few honest words, a couple verses created.


Pour mon ami perdu...

-Nigel
12/11/13