Memories Of Love Poem by Reginald Walker

Memories Of Love



Elegantly, the lady sat in the antique mahogany chair.
She was wearing a fashionable sheer black dress.
Her petite physique framed by her flowing black hair.
The delicate dress barely concealed her ample breast.

Love’s invisible arrows pierced my lonely heart right away.
I had searched for someone as refined as her all of my life.
Instantaneously, I feel deep in love with her that first day.
I looked at her and knew she, someday, would be my wife.

This vision of loveliness had sauntered into my empty life.
My entire existence was absolutely changed immediately.
This charming woman would inevitably become my wife.
That is the reason I remember this day so vividly.

Carefully, I searched the passionate corners of my mind.
Nervously, I prayerfully sought out the right words to say.
My words, they had to be bold yet they had to be kind.
I desperately wanted to get her attention turned my way.

Hoping I could pull some impressive words out of the air.
I slowly walked closer to this lovely elegant beauty.
As I stood by the side of the antique mahogany chair.
My intended words began to escape from my memory.

However, in spite of my mundane words, I won her affection.
That day, my imperfect life became absolutely complete.
She still is a flawless delicate picture of womanly perfection.
She still is the woman that I have always yearned to meet.

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