The Girl I Last Loved
• Written by Anonymous
T’was one of my better, bloomy days,
When I met her in a gluey gloomy place;
That’s fine, I thought, in any case,
No place ever could match her grace.
For her deep eyes: imagine a few Niles,
Below the Nile ‘n who made those smiles?
The gods didn’t know. Stalled my office files,
And I stalked her for days. For miles.
One day I can never forget,
She was happy and looked so nice,
For the first time,
She looked up at me with a smiling face.
I went to her and we talked
She was so kind while we walked.
We spoke often, and when we did,
None of us knew how time passed.
We became good friends,
But this something inside me-
All I could think about was how
To tell her the things I felt?
I’d close my eyes and see,
This someone I adore – she.
A beautiful person, whole and sole,
A pretty heart, a prettier soul.
Her kind and gentle temperament,
Her sweet angelic smiles.
Her softly spoken sentiments,
That reach across the miles.
Her smile and laugh that sparkled with
The softness of her sighs.
The way her face lit up a room
Those twinkle in her eyes.
My soul-search was done and over,
And now she must simply know,
Just how I feel about her,
For with words I cannot show.
So I searched the card displays,
To find something that says,
Just what was on my mind.
I prayed, “Please God! Be kind.”
That day, I jerked off the cover,
I told her how much I loved her.
She stood there silently and thought.
She threw away the flowers I brought.
That day…
Whirlwinds blew, cyclones raged,
No birds flew, they all were caged.
Into dark blank nothingness, I gazed.
In a matter of moments, I aged.
Really, all of this really happened?
No, it didn’t.
But did it matter what really happened?
No, it didn’t.
Love was all that mattered,
Yes, I was sad and shattered.
But in her, my love found its voice,
So no blames, she made her choice.
My love for her I’ll take to my grave,
And no, I’m not trying to be brave.
Did I mention ever, when you think back,
That I’ll love her only if she loves me back?
It’s been nine soft years since,
That love-light upon me was cast.
She was, will remain, and she is:
My first love, and my last.
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