She thought that I <br />Was a simple servant <br />To hang a woman’s jacket <br />When she enters a room, <br />To remain downcast <br />Despite the aroma of her perfume. <br /> <br />I had no desire to undeceive her; <br />I happened to be there <br />To visit her husband, <br />A friend from a former life, <br />But once I saw his wife, <br />I had no intentions <br />To become reacquainted with him. <br /> <br />I gazed at the splendor of her hair, <br />The majesty of her shoulders, <br />The elegant way she walked. <br /> <br />I then took her perfumed jacket <br />Like an obliging servant <br />And swiftly slipped out of the house <br />With that jacket and my lovely thoughts. <br /> <br />Perhaps, in a few more years, <br />I’ll attempt to visit my friend again.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-woman-s-jacket/
