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To My Wife On Valentine's Day
A contemporary love poem in an old fashioned rhyme. I wrote this very recently, very quickly, in modern language but old
fashioned verse.
[752 words]
Stan A Fowler
I was born in the Northeast of England in 1953 and I've recently married my fiance in America. I'm an artist favouring realism and a prolific writer of short stories, or novelettes more like. Although I've sold many paintings and drawings, I have never made the attempt to sell any of my written work, until now. My interests are chiefly sedentry although I love the countryside. I would really appreciate some feed back on this story, good or bad. Thank you!
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To My Wife On Valentine's Day
Stan A Fowler

There once was a dark cloud that covered all the sky.
    It blotted out the sunshine and my life became a lie.
I couldn’t see a future, though I didn’t realize why.
    So I struggled on regardless just trying not to cry!

How are you? All my friends…would stop and say to me.
    We’ve been thinking, and asking and wondering how you’d be.
We waved to you the other week but guessed you didn’t see.
    We wanted you to know that…I’m sure you’ll agree!

Oh! You’ll find somebody else, they’d say, most people often do.
    There must be some girl out there, especially for you.
We wouldn’t even say that if we didn’t think it true.
    But I felt they only spoke those words to stop me feeling blue!

Well, I didn’t want to know, you see! I couldn’t take the pain:
    Another bad relationship, no not another lifelong drain.
The thought of what had gone before was driving me insane.
    No! Forever be a bachelor, then my freedom I’d regain!

I recall I prayed to God one night, as I lay upon my bed.
    I focused all my thoughts a-right and this is what I said.
If there is a girl out there somewhere, then she is in my head,
    But if she’s real then, I do feel; to me she will be led!

I carried on regardless…pretending all was fine.
    I tried to plan a course in life yet took it as a sign.
I didn’t have the heart, you see, nor did I want to pine.
    Some hopes and dreams to cling to and I would make them mine!

The first time that I saw you, you seemed a happy soul.
    You smiled a lot with big green eyes, doe-eyed as a foal.
I couldn’t wait to see you; seemed like being on parole…
    Waiting for you to come again and make my evenings whole!

Of course, it was a no-no…well…I was married then.
    You came over for a holiday and walked into my den.
My local pub on quiz night, I asked the questions when
    I made you laugh, apparently…I wonder if you ken?

The inevitable did happen; my ex and I were through.
    The marriage died an awful death and I was feeling blue.
The pain was mine to deal with, at least that much I knew
    But, with one thing and another, I didn’t have a clue!

What I hadn’t considered, nor would I contemplate;
    The emotional magnets of either love or hate.
The very things all poets often try to disseminate
    Were in our souls, like burning coals, just waiting to create!

Then suddenly it happened, a beam came shining through.
    A bright, white star, and from afar, came right out of the blue.
Your light it shone upon my soul and made my spirit new.
    The more we talked, the more we shared; our love just simply grew!

The moon came out that very night, its light shone all around.
    The comets and the meteors were ultimately abound.
The truth of love had hit me, and that was quite profound,
    I walked a path, in aftermath, yet feeling very sound!

Another thing I saw that night - a fireworks display.
    I’d heard of it…and studied it…and then I thought, ‘No way!’
You’re in another country; that’s where you chose to stay.
    It’s impossible to love you, three thousand miles away!

Alas but I was lost…on cloud nine or even higher.
    To deny my deepest feelings, I would prove to be a liar.
I couldn’t get you out my head; my soul…it was a-fire
    So, for your hand in marriage - I felt I should enquire!

It took you some minutes, about five or ten I guess,
    Before you could answer a resounding, great-long ‘Yes!’
I must’ve read that email a thousand times no less
    Dreaming of when I’d see you in your wedding dress!

Well, that day came and went and now it’s history.
    We promised in our hearts that together we would be.
I made the trip above the clouds and flew across the sea,
    A journey that began for us, our love’s eternity!

And now this day has come…for lovers everywhere,
    A time to sing out loud; their love they can declare.
A time to hold each other’s hand and let the people stare
    Saying, “Oh, how lovely to witness a thing so often rare!”

Yeah, some folks think it’s corny; yet others think it’s fine
    To say the things you want to say and put them all in line.
But I just want to tell you…I’m yours and you are mine.
    Yes! You are my Darling…my only Valentine!




"I think it's a lovely story! Full of hope and love. View my work at http://stories.com/authors/suzqmg" -- Susan Graham.
"Nicely written Stan. It's almost as though I know the real you. Carry on writing." -- Clive Hutch, NE England, Uk.


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