Lost Vision
That dusky maiden sashayed down the street
Hips aswaying lightly, her ankles neat.
Brown eyes alight smouldering with passion
Bright clothes, the very height of fashion
Dazzled by her milk chocolate complexion
I sensed soon her coming in my direction
How I wanted to speak but I was struck dumb
No words out of my impotent lips would come
Her white teeth flashed me a beguiling smile
And off round the corner she danced in style
Now standing stunned, still and alone
Escaping my lips came a moan.
As I cursed letting my chance slip
Which made my dark mood deeper dip
How could I have spurned my one chance
Of hoping for a grand romance
Faint heart never has won a lady
And that was my fate on that sad day
Gone was the girl of my dreams
My mind filled with heartfelt screams.
Copyright © Denis Bruce | Year Posted 2023
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