My first memory of you,
Sticks in my mind,
J.R. introduced you to me
As his "bride."
You were so beautiful and
Blushing, and as I wrapped
You into my arms for a big
Hug, I realized what a jewel
That big lunk got for a wife.
You were suffused with a glow
That announced to all the world
You were in love and happy.
At that moment, I felt left out
By being a bachelor and not
Having someone to look at me
Like you looked at J.R.
Over the next few years
It seemed the both of you went out
Of your way, to make sure this old
Grey-bearded recluse got to share
The holidays with someone that cared.
How does one thank someone for
The gift of loving kindness and
A thoughtfulness that fairly brims over?
I pen this poetry to you, Caroline,
In the hopes that you are visited
By only good happenings, and that
You both continue to prosper, and
Above all, that you cherish and
Pamper the love that burgeoned
I thought that I would compose a
Poem within a poem for you,
To delight your lovingness, and
To titillate the marvelous
Beautiful young girl inside of you:
There abides, in far away Forest
A lovely nymph, a lass named Caroline,
She married friend J.R., more's the pity,
Another perfect maiden, my heart does pine.
Why doth it seem that others can
The wonderful ladies that elude my grasp,
What prevents my seeing, why am I so blind,
No damsel for my hearth, my arms to clasp?
Where do all the charming
Carolines of note,
Run off to hide, when I am about and seeking,
Is it because I am irascible, just an old goat,
Locked behind doors, from around a curtain peeking?
Five decades have flowed beneath
Thirteen years, I trekked to far away lands
This day finds me spooning in my porridge,
But amid all those virgins, no wedding bands.
But ofttimes, as I gaze at a
I feel convinced in my heart, that I will chance,
God has not forsaken me, and 'ere the Reaper's onset,
The lovely form of my soulmate will fall within my glance.
So I as write this tale of
There springs within my breast a knowing gladness,
I know that before I ever will die,
Upon my bride these old eyes will espy.
Written by Dale E. Malone, Did
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Last modified: April 26, 2009