Under the spell of The Colonel
whose life is stronger
than death's portent,
I met her.
Fell instantly in love.
Yes
a very attractive woman -
teacher -
30ish
who served me,
her pumpkin bread
prepared for the class,
entwined silver band
upon a left ring finger.
I could not be less
than her,
etiquette in church
is binding.
I took the glance
from her electronics
and her pumpkin bread
said ‘thank you'
tried not to betray
the deeper passion of the moment
that stirred within as I quick scampered
for the door
without so much
as thank you
or fair well.
A promise to keep.
Circle of gold
upon my own
left finger.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Don't quite understand the title, but I do like the poem. Thanks for sharing.