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Last Friday, a poem

Updated on November 1, 2012
Dance in the city,(1882-83) by Pierre Auguste Renoir
Dance in the city,(1882-83) by Pierre Auguste Renoir | Source

You curled your hair that night

In a way never seen before.

And my heart skipped a beat or two.


When I could finally

Take my eyes from your face,

Then I noticed the dress,

Not too serious, not so formal,

But elegant and beautiful,

Just as you happen to be.


What ever became

Of the lonely warrior I once was ?

Very much in control,

Resisting invasion,

Fighting for his freedom.

Well, this centurion got shot,

And right through the heart too !

Still wonders who held the dagger?


The soft and warm light of your smile

Illuminates the night,

Touches places in me

I didn't know were there.

I'm terrified at the thought

That you could disappear.

Why shouldn't I tell you

That if I had my say

I'd get closer to you

And would remain that way.


Days, nights and in between,

I think of you, I dream of you

I care for you

But right this moment, I look at you

With wide open devouring eyes

And all my frozen voice can say is :

" Hey Beautiful !"


Then we capture each other's hand

And slowly walk into the darkness

To dance the night away...


Copyright 2012 by Austinhealy, his heirs and assigns.

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      Senoritaa 4 years ago

      This is so simple, pure, and beautiful. Loved these lines:

      The soft and warm light of your smile

      Illuminates the night,

      Touches places in me

      I didn't know were there.

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      Bernard J. Toulgoat 4 years ago from Treasure Coast, Florida

      Thank you Senoritaa, for your warm comment, I am very touched and happy that you liked this poem.

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