Chaste Dreams.


Chaste Dreams.

  ©-MFB III 

She was my

4'2  Barbie doll,
the male

equivalent to
what young

girls dream of
when they

dress up dolls.

Mine was always

in my youthful longings.

She lived



from me

across the street.
Her porcelain flesh,
and wide

innocent eyes
often lured

me to

her door,
but innocence

was a

glass dome
that separated us.


I window
shopped often there,
while she

seemed to blow
sweet kisses

through the pane
with her smile.

I wrote her

love poems,

and left them
where she

would find them.
Delighting in

the fact that she

was reading my

most passionate thoughts.
But she was

just my paper doll,
cherished in

my book of dreams,

We spent

long hours together,
as I skirted

around the truth,
her brother

was my excuse
to be near her.
we played

imaginary house
for three years filled
with aching,

unrequited love.

Then my

family moved
away on

a sunny day,
and I last saw her
standing on her porch.
Her perfect

hand posed
in a sad goodbye,
and the gleam

of teardrop
gracing her

never kissed face.






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AEvans 6 years ago from SomeWhere Out There

I love this poem it was as if I could see through an imaginery window peeping into your inner soul. Beautiful absolutely beautiful! :)

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MFB III 6 years ago from United States Author

Yeah, I was a bit of a romantic or should I say roboytic poet even as a child, and she was my muse in a housing projects full of old willows, and young love....... mmmmmmmmmmm!

First loves

are cursed loves

never finding out

the worst loves,

fading quickly

in a burst loves,

something stunning

unrehearsed loves,

passions unrequited

thirst loves,

endlessly poetic

verse loves,

memories carried

to your hearse loves.


Thanks for your comment and your look into my soul.


seasoning 6 years ago

once again brilliant........ something i feel that must often happen, but not everyone can record it as you did.

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Micky Dee 6 years ago

If I had a love like her-I could have saved a lot of money! Thanks MFB. That's really very nice!

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