The Bridge To Love Poem by Edwina Reizer

Across the bridge there was a girl
I used to watch each day.
She sat alone and never looked,
never glanced my way.

Her beauty was a rare delight
I did not want to miss.
And so I sat and imagined
that we two could kiss.

But lacking courage to approach
I held back and I viewed
that at the same hour every day
something would change her mood.

A woman came to help her stand
and led her from the bridge.
She seemed unhappy as she left
surrounded by green foliage.

One night I gathered all my thoughts
and knew that I would cross
the bridge to where she sat all day
so I'd not feel the loss,

The loss of so much beauty now
that bravery was with me.
And as I crossed she heard my sound.
She looked but could not see.

I placed my hand upon her cheek,
so soft it was to touch.
I hummed a tune which made her smile
and though it was not much

it warmed our hearts, both hers and mine
and so it was we'd meet
everyday upon the bridge
in manner so discreet.

As I look back upon those days
I remember our first kiss.
She touched my face with both her hands
and then there was sweet bliss.

We married and we found a love
that lasted many years.
I lost her not too long ago
and think back on her tears.

For she was always beautiful,
a beauty with such grace
that all she ever wanted was
to see my loving face.