I found her there in springtime. <br />A wondrous time, you know. <br />My love in all her gloried form <br />With such a wondrous glow. <br /> <br />She had no special treasures <br />That other girls possess. <br />But she was always doing things <br />I valued none the less. <br /> <br />She always held me firmly, <br />But gently in her arms. <br />I never felt she knew how much <br />I valued all her charms. <br /> <br />She spoke in tender whispers. <br />A vocal tone so sweet. <br />She told me all the things she loved, <br />The things I won't repeat. <br /> <br />Though just a country bumpkin, <br />She wasn't dumb at all. <br />I thought she would have done quite well <br />At any prom or ball. <br /> <br />I would have had her join me, <br />But never got the chance. <br />She died in autumn, late that year; <br />Before our Christmas dance. <br /> <br />She lives again each springtime. <br />That's when she blooms, you know. <br />I see her in the flowers. <br />The Girl With Wondrous Glow.<br /><br />GREENWOLFE 1962<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-girl-with-wondrous-glow/
