My red haired lady was reading a book
when my eyes with love did upon her look,
She was lyrically wrapped in her world
as I walked to the counter for my tongue to unfurl,
She politely asked what it was that I wanted at the cinema to watch
but my words spilled and on the counter left an inky blotch,
I finally asked her what it was that she was reading
and she smiled shyly and said "Richard Wagner is what I'm studying",
She was intrigued one such as I knew so well Parsifal
and so there it was our first meeting so quaint and graceful,
I to the cinema would then often trek
just so that I could with her gently chat,
This was the beginning of our trust and friendship
but something happened and she is now in silence gripped.
©Rangzeb Hussain
Apr 14, 2010
Apr 14, 2010 at 12:52 PM UTC
My red haired lady was reading a book
when my eyes with love did upon her look,
She was lyrically wrapped in her world
as I walked to the counter for my tongue to unfurl,
She politely asked what it was that I wanted at the cinema to watch
but my words spilled and on the counter left an inky blotch,
I finally asked her what it was that she was reading
and she smiled shyly and said "Richard Wagner is what I'm studying",
She was intrigued one such as I knew so well Parsifal
and so there it was our first meeting so quaint and graceful,
I to the cinema would then often trek
just so that I could with her gently chat,
This was the beginning of our trust and friendship
but something happened and she is now in silence gripped.
©Rangzeb Hussain
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