The Enchantment of a Woman
I remember, sitting there besides the brook where the waters ebb and flow and the ducks play blissfully on the surface as if they were bobbing for apples there was I, pen in hand, my journal upon my lap, As you came strolling by, blissfully unaware of my existence, never stopping to acknowledge this lonely poet with only his words for company.
I painted a portrait of you within my mind, a masterpiece that only I can ever see,
the power of a picture tells a million stories, how my mind conjured up images of you
you never acknowledged my sitting there, but your face remains embedded in my mind
a beauty to whom none could ever compare, I didn’t mean to stop and stare the way I did,
but the enchantment contained within a woman can leave a man breathless, dying slowly inside.
You’ll never know the way that you brightened up my existence on that golden leaved mid-autumn day, your coffee-coloured hair blowing subtly in the breeze, as you sauntered past, with no hurry to get anywhere I’ll never know your name, or the street on which you live, the curves of your body, or the joy that I’m sure you give, to all who know the enchantment of a woman I never knew.
I don’t know if I will ever see you again, but if our paths ever cross, I will smile at you, acknowledge your existence and in the back of my mind praise you for that joyous moment, that in passing you taught me the enchantment of a woman.
(c) copyright Tony Kasazkaja 2015. all rights reserved.
