My Ever Lovely
I fear it is too late for true love
Waiting on now broken yet bent knee.
Is it even possible to capture happily ever after?
How do I find she, my ever lovely, from Gurnee?
Callow gazes have passed over to gray hair
As the dimples sink beneath the aged wrinkles.
A once-charming visage is but only hinted at now,
Though sometimes the eye can conjure crinkles.
And children have come and soon spouses fled—
Those great matches of youth are like history, all dead.
Is it now our time to trip lightly and fancy free?
Can we meet for just breathing on the streets of Gurnee?
But the sun sets on our seekers of real love;
Knights errant stumble now when bending to knee.
Is it even possible to capture happily ever after?
How do I find she, my ever lovely, from Gurnee?
Posted on February 18, 2018, in Poem and tagged bad knees, callow youth, children, dashed expectations, failing eyes, false starts, gray hair, growing old, Gurnee IL, history, hope, knights, love, memory, mis-timed affairs, missed chances, new opportunity, old love, past happily remembered, recaptured feelings, spouses, true love, wrinkles, youth lost. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
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