And Her Much Older

Eyes were soft,
To me they looked with a sadness
I could not bear,
Though the drink of sin may have made me blind,
Shown me shadows not there.

She and I,
Could never be,
For I much younger,
And her much older
Not really.

Her beauty,
Her gentle glance,
Proclaimed a sense,
Though not mine,
To guard her,
I spoke unto her,
"When trouble brews into your life, whisper my name".

Her beauty in her gentleness,
Her age making not a difference,
For she still a young maiden,
Once more in my arms I'd like to have her.

Wow! How beautiful! You must write more often!

a reply to: Night Star

Maybe....I just had someone in mind for this here.

a reply to: ksiezyc


No matter what inspires you to write, just write, because you do it so well!

a reply to: Night Star

Now see here I have to disagree. I write what my heart feels, but it isn't particularly beautiful.

But I thank you as always for your kindness.

a reply to: ksiezyc

Excellent poem K.


Sounds like you were hunted by a cougar!

a reply to: JinMI

She isn't a cougar. The way I see it, cougars are late 30s to 50s. She was younger than that. She's really sweet too. The way a persons eyes look, hers are so soft and sweet.

Glad you liked it JinMi.

a reply to: ksiezyc

Preaching to the choir. I've always had it for the older women.

a reply to: JinMI

I've always been attracted to the younger, but she seems so sweet and that's a great characteristic. Ah, but if I go on about her I'll be saying the same things, she seems great.