On a rainy day, I caught a glimpse of your beauty,
As you drove past me in a silver scooty.
For a fleeting moment you looked at me and grinned,
My cheeks like ripe summer tomatoes reddened,
Your hair flows like a midnight black river,
Your soft caresses make hearts of stone quiver,
O Mademoiselle! O maiden fair,
Your countenance more tranquil than a forest glade,
When our paths crossed once more, I understood,
Your smile pierced my soul like no blade ever could,
My body yearns for a warm embrace,
Form the lovely maiden who makes my heart race,
Your hair flows like a midnight black river,
Your soft caresses make hearts of stone quiver,
O Mademoiselle! O maiden fair!
Your countenance more tranquil than a forest glade,
I looked into your eyes as you spoke to me,
Two vibrant sheens of mahogany,
What was it that I wanted to say?
To the lovely maiden who took my breath away.
Your hair flows like a midnight black river,
Your soft caresses make hearts of stone quiver,
O Mademoiselle! O maiden fair!
Your countenance more tranquil than a forest glade.
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The Adventures We Never Had
PoëzieLadies, gentleman and others, I coyly present to you my collection of poignant poems that sometimes fail to be even that. These poems will be unlike any other poems you've had the pleasure of reading, but then again, that can be said of every other...
