This poem explores how attraction evolves into familiarity and love.
Over the past few months, the postman had been busy delivering letters to and fro between Grace in Brisbane and Alex in Melbourne, two teenagers in love. When he called her, Grace ran from her room to answer the phone on the lounge room wall. She had to strain to hear Alex and whisper back into the house phone to keep her conversation private from her father and brothers in the adjacent lounge room of their small family home—excerpt from The Wilted Rose.
Love Blossoms poem
I held your face in my hands, I looked into your eyes,
I smiled, I sighed.
My heart felt warm, it poured forth love,
A friendship was formed of that I was sure.
A love I hope will weather many a storm
It does not demand, it’s just comfortable
It’s simple, it’s clear, no need to fear
Its intent is pure, it’s demure.
I speak some words, and they come out wrong
I misconstrue; I confuse
If I write you a poem the words will flow
Like a gentle river, it will flood your soul.
I mean no harm as I hesitate
My heart’s been bruised and the wounds go deep
Accept my embrace one by one, moment by moment as genuine.
There’s no hurry, no agenda, no mystery, that’s just who I am.
No 'woe is me,' let’s keep it light, be happy and kind, friendly and polite.
Beverley Joy of Simply Story Poetry © 2015. All rights reserved.
Book Excerpt from The Wilted Rose by Kate Kelsen: That coming Easter weekend, instead of bathers and towels, she packed her bag with beanies, scarves, jumpers and jeans. On Thursday evening, Jack drove her to the airport...Grace breathed in deep the freedom she felt. Alex oozed confidence, made her laugh and was exciting to be with. He opened up a whole new world of fun and adventure to her.
You can read the poems and book excerpts that follow Grace's childhood, which I posted on my blog throughout October and November 2022, at simplystorypoetry.com.
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