Love Impossible Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

The love impossible

The cafe was full, a young woman
was looking for a table, I told her to sit at mine,
she did, she was Irish and, yes, had green eyes
and I fell instantly in love.
We exchanged phone numbers I rang her the next day
her phone was disconnected, she never rang me.
I was devastated felt as fate had robbed me taken my true love away, and the five children we
would have had. (had given them names)
if I remember right, she wore a sheepskin coat and an emerald ring, and I wonder if she still has the ring?