So Long, Yet Far Away (M. V.) Poem by GREENWOLFE 1962

I've often told of her before
And I will tell thee now.
That Autumn many years ago;
It lingers still, somehow.

In glancing up again I saw
The girl I'd seen before.
A maiden dark I still recall,
Too special to ignore.

I stood, this time, not far away.
She seldom came so near.
I hoped and prayed she'd notice me.
Why was I gripped with fear?

She wore a cloth of simple spin.
Twas not much I confess.
It dawned on me, as she approached,
I thought of her no less.

The closer to her sphere I drew,
The nearer more she came;
I realized and then could tell,
True love, was sure to blame.

She pushed her glasses on her nose,
So better she might see.
Then smiled a most delightful grin;
And looked so sweet at me.

I couldn't speak a word back then.
She mesmerized you know.
I doubt if she could comprehend
How much I loved her so.

She said, ' Hello ', and touched my arm
And winked a little too;
Then turned her head and stroked her hair,
The way girls like to do.

My eyes met hers, and there they are;
As ever they have stayed.
I wondered then, as I do now.
What mistake had I made?

She talked as though she knew me well,
Though we'd met but once before.
Twas then I knew, this love was doomed.
I'd lost at love, once more.

She said she couldn't stay too long.
She had to meet someone.
As if to make it, oh so clear;
I'd never be the one.

She didn't have to bother though,
I knew it anyway.
Another love, was mine to keep;
So long, yet far away.