Her innocent legs entwined with his <br />That long ago day, gently warm February. <br />New to love and young, she... not he... <br />And he knew her well. <br /> <br />At grassy lakeside, lying clothed together <br />Legs embracing, fingers tracing, <br />She kissed him rapturously... <br />And it was good. <br /> <br />Everything was sacred to this girl, <br />Except her insistent lips. <br />He never pressed her, tho' very much <br />a man... such was his respect of her. <br /> <br />On the way home, he said, <br />'I love you enough to marry you', <br />This life-long bachelor... <br />She knew him well; it wasn't a line. <br /> <br />Frightened silence ensued as he pulled <br />Over to the freeway shoulder, and she <br />Kissed him again, but never replied. <br />'Marry' rang in her ears... not the 'I love you'. <br /> <br />It ended soon; they'd lost their words. <br />In four months, she met the one she'd marry. <br />He wasn't nearly so respectful... <br />She was, after all, very young... <br /> <br />Sometimes she wonders where he is, this man aged 62 soon... <br />Does he remember a passionate, principled girl who loved him so? <br />If he remembers her at all, then all is well... <br /> <br /> <br />(1.7.07)<br /><br />Esther Leclerc<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/perhaps-the-one/
