True Story Poem by Robert Abok

There are so many things I can recall
The way she posed as softly my name she would call
Her sleepy looking eyes and oh her legs made her this tall
Her looks told me of a lot of hope in her eyeball
This must be love, I concluded. And that was not all

I am in love with this woman
A lady so passionate about this thing called love
She once told me she loved me
So much exists that I know and recall about her
If she can walk in now and talk,
I would know her voice and steps too.

But some people like you who have heard me talk about her, are worried for me.
For they say I am in love with a woman
whose name I cannot remember.
True story.