MY SEARCH FOR TRUE ROMANCE Free Dating, Singles and Personals

MY SEARCH FOR TRUE ROMANCE Posted: 7/27/2009 8:24:15 AM
I have not been on here for a while so I thought you might like to see my poems and creative writes, maybe one a day. " MY FIRST SEARCH FOR TRUE ROMANCE IN 1993 " I look, I see, so slim is she. Nice hair, and fair, or dark she be. She turns, and now our eyes do meet. They're blue or brown, they're big, they're deep. Her lips so red, her teeth so white. Her smile so nice, what such delight. She's young, that is, compared to me. If she's the one, my youth she'll see. I'm young at heart, in dress, in ways. I'm told so often, I don't look my age. She looks again, and smiles, thats nice. Its gone so cold, I'm cold as ice. Is she a teaser, or do I please her. I hope I do, because she's a beazer. She's so beautiful, so radiant, so sexy, so nice. A nod, a wink, a blown kiss would suffice. I don't believe it! she's walking to my spot. By god! its warm now, I'm boiling hot. She's gone right past with a beautiful smile. Why did'nt she stop, if just for a while. Is she the one, the one to be. I've got to know if she's for me. She's coming back, nows my chance. Excuse me, I'm Ray, would you like to dance. At least she's polite, we've danced, we've chatted. Its love at first sight, I think I'm besotted. She finds me attractive, and loves my long hair. Plays with my ponytail, as we're sat chair to chair. I've got her phone number, she's got mine. Everythings great, we're doing fine. I'm honest, sincere, caring and loving. I'm fun to be with, tee-total, compassionate, and forgiving. All these traits, she says, she has , with zest. Now I must put her to the test. How old are you? 24 she says. I like older men, and their ways. Then how old do you think that I really be?. She says 34, 36, you look to me. Well thats nice to hear, but I'm older than I look. 40, no, 42,44,46,48,50; yes 50, now your shook. I don't believe it, its all a sham. I've told you I'm honest, I'm as old as I am. Well its time to go home, we earlier made a date. She's to phone me tomorrow, sometime after eight. I'm waiting and waiting, remembering her smell. Her beauty, her elegance, her delightfulness as well. Midnight comes, and passes night into day. I'll not phone her, Its just not my way. Should I be honest, should I be sincere. Or should I just say, what they want to hear. Is honesty the best policy, like we're told, time after time. If I had lied and was 36, I'd now be on cloud nine. But, there aren't many men as honest and sincere as I. So I put her down to experience, and let her pass by. She failed the test. What happened to her zest. The traits she said were the same as mine. Were soon abandoned with the age of time. My soul-mate is out there, I'll find her one day. She'll be pretty, slim, not more than 40, she'll come my way. But best of all, she'll come to stay. RAYMOND.08/02/1993