Ode To Jemma Poem by Denis Martindale

If only I, with all my heart,
Could bless her heart in turn,
So that she had a brand new start,
From poetry to learn,
The length, the breadth, the depth, the height,
The content and the style,
I'd humbly pray with all my might...
To gently make her smile...

I loved a Jemma that I met
And not so long ago,
Her gracious smile I'll not forget,
She set my heart aglow...
I pined for her and felt bereft,
That day she walked away,
Because, with her, all my hopes left,
Now, in my house, I stay...

I think of her, yes, now and then,
Despite the months now gone,
Remembering that hour when,
Her hair, like sunlight, shone...
And words she spoke and my replies,
The flirting compliments,
Yet, later on, my winsome sighs,
We're strangers... not true friends...

I've not seen her in all this time,
Except when I recall,
Because, to me, she was sublime,
So I was bound to fall...
And fall I did, just like a kid,
The last crush crushed my heart,
The loneliness that I dreaded
Could nevermore depart...

Yes, there was a girl called Jemma,
The last girl that I loved...


Denis Martindale April 2016.