I used to eye her more than books.
She had good looks
and for me
in the library
she killed the dullness of patience
the stifled air of silence
with her lips' hidden smile
that was quite a diversion
from pouring over yellowed pages
all the while.
In the garden I sought my chance
but she resisted any advance
telling me it's not her
I needed to be in my mind
but a job I must find
for couldn't be raised a family
merely loving in the library.
I think she gave me love
when I needed a job
but by the time I earned the bread
she was already married.
Once I thought of her as Miss Giving
but now as I look back
I have serious misgiving.
Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 8:26 AM UTC
I used to eye her more than books.
She had good looks
and for me
in the library
she killed the dullness of patience
the stifled air of silence
with her lips' hidden smile
that was quite a diversion
from pouring over yellowed pages
all the while.
In the garden I sought my chance
but she resisted any advance
telling me it's not her
I needed to be in my mind
but a job I must find
for couldn't be raised a family
merely loving in the library.
I think she gave me love
when I needed a job
but by the time I earned the bread
she was already married.
Once I thought of her as Miss Giving
but now as I look back
I have serious misgiving.
My third in the Miss series, part true and part fiction, writing this brought some cheers to one of the hardest times of life been passing through.
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1279850/miss-take/
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1778123/miss-place/
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