Ode To Nikky Poem by Godfrey Torrance

An impeccable form of beauty
not surpassed by another
Eyes as blue as the sky
On a clear spring day

Hair that falls back
like the waves blown black
During a summer storm

Lips so soft
Smiling with an alluring persona
Filled with endless forms
Of comeliness

The people are staring
Wondering how I did it
Accompanying such a gem
To a dance of popular complexion

The mistakes I made
Forgotten like
The peasants of the past
Faded into nothingness
While the future comes
Oh so fast

I didn’t tell her back then
What I should have said
Now my heart might be
Forever dead

But I can’t change the past
Nor can she
We can only hope
Just wait, and see

Wondering for years
What we could’ve had
Sometimes happy
Sometimes sad

The room is cold
A dark disposition
I can only sit
Think and listen

To the whispers
Of regret
They speak so loud
Like a boasting man
big, and proud

Her laugh so sweet
Almost irresistible
I hear it now
like a classic tune
Brought back from the past

She’ll always be
My number one
But it’s getting late
So now I must be done