She went away in winter when the leaves are hung with snow,
I searched for her and searched for her as I could not let go,
And finally when I found her after fifteen years of fret,
She looked me in the eyes and said, "I'm sorry, have we met?"
A good poem Branwell!
I think she'd forgotten him and no longer knew him. Thus a sad ending. And all in four lines, the sort of poem I like. Well done Branwell....
A happy ending
They both forgot the last time they kissed,
An occasion ,sadly,which they dearly missed.
But both now present in heaven above,
Where every night they enjoy making love.
A seven year itch
Then seven years more
Then add one more year
To even the score
This is the formula
For a century of bliss
But both have forgotten
They last time they kissed?
"I said that I loved her and it was love at first sight,
This seemed to impress her and luckily put things right.
My fifteen year itch seem to have kept our love alive,
Now we are still together,both a hundred and five."
And what was your reply?
Did you let her walk away
I bet you wanted to cry
what on earth did you say?
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M.C. Newberry
Fri 13th Sep 2019 00:14
Neat and to the point in its description of how the passage of time can blur the feelings, imagined and real.