She wears her elegance well,
the woman with the long skirt.
Tall and upright
with an air of confidence and maturity
she approaches his table,
tossing her head,
and sits down gracefully.
Those long, long legs
fold over one another,
showing stocking-clad ankles
and black, classy heels.
His eyes travel up from her slender legs,
slowly,
and lock onto her smile.
Eyes join.
They linger.
He knows.
And she knows.
She raises her glass to his
and whispers 'Ich liebst du.'
He smiles.
I bet you still wear it well.......If you are still around that is..... Sid.
This is indeed a beautifully written, stylish piece. A self-portrait perhaps? Love it! And you. Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Certainly sounds like a classy woman this one! Like the bit of german thrown in too.....HG: -) xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Glad you kept your poems on.MY FAV.