Strangers
The scent of bluebells fanned the flames of spring
And you, like apple-blossom, rode the wind
And muscular with youth you strode the way
Between the choices we would make or break
We passed with daring eyes and thumping hearts
Across the tarmacadam, on the paths
Your kind request still took me by surprise
Beside the tennis courts; behind my eyes
As soft as April leaves in springtime rain
Your words, ran helter skelter through my veins
As arm in arm I held the perfect love
But in your shadow everything fell short
It’s hard to find the words to tell the night
About the tempting vision you defined
Like Marilyn Monroe and Eve combined
But I was terrified and so, declined
You walk my dreams disguised as other girls
Along the corridors of that lost world
We haven’t met since sometime long ago
We sat together on the slow train home
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Evelyn we were strangers once
Before the apple-blossom dance
And I remember everything
Everything that might have been
No, nothing’s ever what it seems
To strangers passing on the street
The petals fluttered on the breeze
On London Road between the trees
poem by Jim Hogg
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