Twelve years,
he loved her.
First from afar,
watching her
come into
womanhood,
with youth's blush
still on her face.
Then, the years of
flowers sent, with
friendly notes,
designed to make
her show,
dimpled smile.
Time evolved,
bringing quiet
evening walks,
dinner dates,
a kiss upon
her hand,
bidding her,
"Goodnight."
Twelve years,
and a week,
a bit more daring,
then before,
he placed a
gentle kiss,
upon her cheek,
as they stood
before her door.
A sharp intake,
of breath,
her face turned
up for more.
Expelling breath
on whispered words,
"Come in, tonight,
I've waited long for you,
my dear, sweet,
Sir Render!"
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Comments: 9
Dawn, Thank you!
I love to twist or play with words when I can:)
Sherry- Yes, I think so, too. Thank you for for a nice boost to my ego, as well as,
Cindy, and Anne..Thank you all, so very much!!