Blue-Eyed, My Girl

I never walk through unmolested snow
  new-fallen, fresh and smooth
I drag my load through every perfect part
  in violent sprint

Looking back I seem to see her heart

I look back only once and don't return;
It's to return, of course, that my heart yearns.

I hate the path, so servile to my use
  obliging, resolute
Made not by human hand but underfoot
  with loving tread and course

I've little but disdain for swollen words.

I do not see her careful steps
I do not hear her softed breath
I cannot sense her welcome scent
I looked back only once - I don't return.

The snow is falling by her hand
The path is meeting her demand
A thoughtless step - I'm falling by her hand
Oh, to remember falling by her hand!

This bliss in resting, fallen by her hand.

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shygirl2 5 years ago

Great poem! : D


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flying_fish 5 years ago from GTA Author

Thanks lots!


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Brown-eyed-girl 5 years ago

It is a great poem. I am glad I helped in inspiring you to write it. I loved it.


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flying_fish 5 years ago from GTA Author

I always wanted to sing your song to her, but her eyes really were blue... I tried to learn to play Zeppelin's Bron Yr Aur Stomp, cause there "ain't no companion like a blue-eyed girl..."

Thanks millions, Brown-Eyes.


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Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean

Nice! The first and last two line are my favorites. :)


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flying_fish 5 years ago from GTA Author

Me too! I'm so glad of you Randy!

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