Love Lost

Love Lost short poem

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A quick peck on the cheek placed
A soft grasp, a handshake
His eyes followed her around the room
Frowning at the arms entwined
They stood amidst a circle of peers
He saw him whisper in her ears
A soft crest of blush appeared
How he wished she was his!
Those lips forever his to kiss
She was an angel, pure and bright
Out of reach yet within sight
A tug on his arm brought him out of his thoughts.
“What’s wrong, honey?” a soft voice asked
With a heavy sigh he turned away,
“Nothing, love. Would you like to dance?”

Her eyes searched the floor for him
There he was! So smart and trim.
Lucky woman, the one he loved
Her head on his shoulder she envied
If only he would gaze her way!
Have a word or two to say.
He was a God and she, just a girl.
She never would belong in his world.
“Baby, come on, let’s dance.”
Finally an excuse to be closer.
“Oh darling, I thought you would never ask!”

They danced all night, never together
Stole shy glances at each other
Each wishing the other were theirs
To say it loud, neither dares
Thus a love burned silent that night
It stayed hidden, never to see light.

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