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My heart shattered
into eight pieces.
They lay there on my carpet.
Each one told me
a story.

one
My eyes meet yours
on that Monday afternoon.
I smile and so do you.

two
My hands run through your
hair as you kiss me
in the warm summer rain.

three
The sky is pink as we drive
down to the shore on your
black motorbike, laughing.

four
You're wearing a blue shirt
as we get drunk on
the thought of forever.

five
My ears are ringing from
all the screaming, I slide against
the door as you walk away.

six
My skin burns where you touched
me, you pack your clothes
in an old, weathered bag.

seven
Your lips are chapped when
you kiss me for the last time,
wrapping your arms around me.

eight
A picture flashes up on my computer,
I look at it until you're nothing
but a blurry memory.
An idea that'd been playing around my head. Cheers!
The green glen was bathed,
In bright Sun shine yellow.
Her long white, flowing dress,
Incandescent in the stark light.
She walked alone upon the scene,
Pondering her thoughts and,
Deep within daydreams of him,
He unseen for nearly a year.

She heard the hoof beats,
And turned to see,
A lone rider as if emerging,
From out of that setting sun.

He drew near,
She made out it was him.

He reined in his mount
and gazed down at her,
"I have been a fool, to think
that I must keep a promise
made not by me when
only ten. To Marry a girl,
I do not know or love.
Tell me my good woman,
Do you care for me still?"

"As much as before"
She did reply,
Her hand to her head
to shield the light.

"Then take you my arm,
And come up behind,
On this horse of mine,
Let me carry you away,
And love you forever."

And off they rode together.
How simple this vision, this dream
of nearly every woman and do not
be mistaken, for many a man too.
Who of us does not imagine it,
And wish it often, or at least from
time to time. Loves desire and
personification.

I'm pretty sure his horse was
blazing white and they both
had perfect teeth. (The girl
and the man, not the horse.)
Inspired by a good old, new
English film, story by JA.
I'm just a old romantic fool
and I make no apologies for it.
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