VELVET LOVE

Walking slowly over the hills,
Thinking about love and daffodils,
Wondering how one knows when love is real,
Wondering about soft, velvet love.

One day, while walking, a soft voice is heard,
Talking to the animals, and to the birds,
I turn to see from whence this sound has come.
I glimpse a man, tall and tan, with black hair and short beard.

I hurry on my walk over the hills,
Thinking about love and daffodils,
When his voice calls for help,
And my heart stood still.

I turned to see where he was,
He had fallen, and needed help to arise,
I hurried to him, and took his arm,
When I touched him, to my surprise,

Arose love, sweet, soft, velvet love,
So soft and gentle, yet passionate, for sure.
I felt my face turn red, and bowed my head,
So he could not see soft, velvet love in my eyes.

I helped him to his feet, asked if he could walk,
He tried, and he could, so I took off.
I hurried on, walking much faster now,
So he would not know of my soft, velvet love.

The next day, he was waiting in my path,
And asked if he could walk with me at last.
I bowed my head and said it was all right,
So we walked and talked till evening light.

He asked if he could call on me for dinner,
I said he could, but he would have to meet my father.
He was pleased, and we decided to meet at seven,
My soft, velvet love for him soared nearly to heaven.

He called at my home exactly on time,
My father approved of him, and we went to dine,
He looked at me so intently and told me this time,
When he first saw me, within him arose a soft, velvet love.

Our love has been so deep for many years now,
We married, had children and settled down.
But one thing that shall always abound,
Is our lovely, sweet, soft, velvet love.

Poem copyright© 2000 by: Tulsabutterfly.
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