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Best Sweet Sixteen Boyfriend To This Day

Updated on December 02, 2009

 

How lucky could I be~

To just turn sweet sixteen~

Having a handsome lad~

Caring and liking me.

 

His eyes green prisms~

His nose cute and round~

His hair lightened golden~

Mostly thick and brown.

 

His teeth large squared~

Like porcelain whitely crowned~

Set in slightly from plush~

Soft plump lips no other~

Like could be found.

His cheeks pouchy cute~

Dimples as a babes~

They would astound.

 

His skin smooth with~

Bronze tone exposed~

A darkened shade~

As the sun made tan.

 

He often wore a white~

Painters cap.

His own style~

He made as dress.

 

A preppy zippered~

Blue sweat shirt~

Striped track sneakers.

Those tightly fitted~

Faded sexy jeans~

As he was lean.

 

A red cowboys kerchief~

He sported round his neck.

Cool mirrored pilot~

Sun glasses making Elvis~

Look spent.

 

I just turned sixteen~

Blazingly driving~

My dads green Grand Torino~

When I met a crew~

Of teenagers~

Who hung around~

The golden arches~

Of the local McDonalds.

 

There he was~

Gazed fixed on me~

So much I am~

Sure I blushed~

And felt to flee.

 

He said not a word~

While others started~

Noticing beginning~

To suspect unreknowned~

To me we were~

Inequitably growing~

Each to the other~

A crush indeed.

 

Finally he approached~

With a quite bashful~

Nervous demeanor~

Asking timid polite~

“I Friday he could~

Take me out to dinner”.

 

Nervously strung I said yes~

As I reeled inside! ~

My very first boyfriend! ~

I thought I would~

Just die!

 

Come to find out~

He was twenty two~

Always quite~

Few words~

And relentlessly shy.

 

He as a hobby drove~

Various cool vehicles~

An MGB, Corvette~

Camaro, and a Mustang 44~

Changing them over.

 

Two years flew on~

As happy as we~

Could be!

Love letters he sent~

Periodic and endlessly.

 

The mail box flowed~

With secret surprise~

Roses left. ~

Dreamy kisses, hugs~

Were all that was spent.

 

Than came the Junior Prom~

Me in a halter~

Shimmering blue gown~

Him in a powder blue~

Tuxedo, boutonnière~

And a corsage for me to wear~

We looked more than fair.

 

Alas the date~

I waited arrived~

He never came~

I realized~

He had stood me up~

From there forth~

For me things were~

Never the same. ~

But not yet did I~

Give up even though~

I knew he was to blame.

 

I grew eighteen~

Maturing into a different girl~

Which needed~

To drop college guy~

For real and for sure.

 

The drive we took~

We generally had gone~

Cut short by my request. ~

The talk repeats itself~

To me solace haunting~

Within my mind~

To this day I regret.

 

He upset wasn’t the word~

When he dropped me off~

This summer early eve~

His beautiful mouth~

Quivering puckered spouted~

“GOOD LUCK”

In a spiteful nasty way. ~

As he ready to speal off.

 

I thought I said~

It nicely~

I did what I had to do. ~

What hurt~

What insult~

But what was a girl to do?

 

I ran as fast as I could~

To my bedroom~

Filled with his sweet~

Trinkets, roses, ~

And memories.

 

I watched out~

The warmed air~

Screened window~

As he peeled~

His car away~

Obviously angry~

And frayed!

 

Oh how I can still hear~

His MGB wyynndd~

Home town~

To the next~

The sound~

Of a heart broken~

I was sincerely sorry~

It was his.

 

A perfect sweet sixteen~

Boyfriend there will never~

Again could be. ~

He was the nicest~

Special treasure~

For a gal like me.

 

The years went by. ~

A college professor~

Would brag of his fame. ~

How humble now~

I know he was at his~

Every game.

 

More years passed~

When my younger~

Sister yapped~

Telling of her~

And other giddy girls~

Saw him now~

As a Prince Charming~

To have.

The same Knight~

In shinning armor~

That doted once on me~

In the past.

 

In my thirties~

I reflected~

As I learned more~

Experiences of life. ~

Understanding greater~

It came clear to me~

What a perfect young~

Man he had been for me. ~

Polite enough~

To keep me chaste~

And unharmed~

As I was so much~

Younger than he.

 

My forties I moved~

Back from whence~

We had come~

I made the bold decision~

I called to thank him~

For being the perfect~

Pure heart in my~

Mind he had even~

More risen even more fine!

 

He sounded so happy! ~

He was bub-a-bly! ~

Content this day! ~

So talk-ka-tive~

I questioned~

Was this the same shy~

Man this way?

 

He bragged of his~

Beautiful children~

And their whimsical ways~

He chimed of his~

Chosen career! ~

His choice happily laid!

 

How grateful we both~

Were for his joy! ~

I was so happy~

For him~

So glad I touched base~

Ecstatic for him for all~

His life based!

 

I stated why~

I called~

For to thank him on this day~

He the perfect sweet sixteen~

Boyfriend a gal could~

Ever had in her life~

Now stayed.

 

How now I realized it~

How grateful he touched~

My teens~

How blessed he made~

Sure I never really strayed.

How blessed it all fit to this day.

 

We said our Goodbye’s~

With both joy in our hearts~

For blessings that we each~

Were content, satisfied~

Gladly once again~

Now to sweetly part~

With all of it, ~

this a blessing now in art.

 

Since than I’ve heard~

His story sad~

Tragic many heads~

Do bend.

 

Now sweet memories~

In my soul to myself~

Know I made appreciative~

Harmony may he~

Rest in peace.

 

Jesus needed this~

Man more~

God wanted him~

With He. ~

His children’s loss~

A mournful sorrow.

 

Yet the best sweet sixteen~

Boyfriend a gal~

Could ever have~

Still to this day…

 

By

Lisa J. Warner

AKA

Lisa Luv

Dedicated to sweet memory writings lived.

 

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      Camlo De Ville 7 years ago from Cologne, Germany

      Normally, I switch off when it comes to anything that might be like anything like poetry.

      But I really enjoyed this. Had me glued to my screen from start to finish.

      A wonderful, bitter-sweet story.

      Nicely done!

      All the best, Camlo

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      DeBorrah K Ogans 7 years ago

      Lisa Luv, Beautifful Poem! I am most grateful and thank God, that I married my sweet sixteen! Five married children and fifteen grandchidren later I can still say that he is the "LOVE" of my life! Wonderful photos! Thank you for sharing, Blessings!

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      Lisa J Warner 7 years ago from Conneticut, USA

      DeBorrah what a nice story of your own! And Camlo I am so glad my poem story ended up being an exception to your rule. I am honored by both you taking the time to read. It was a long tedious one to write and almost didn't make it here. Blessings to both of you:)

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      ralwus 7 years ago

      camio doesn't know poetry as we do. shame too. this is a great tribute to your old flame. I really enjoyed it bitter sweet as it is. Thanks for sharing. Loved it. CC

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      Lisa J Warner 7 years ago from Conneticut, USA

      Thank You ralwus.

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