John Williams

(29 August 1922 - 3 March 1994 / San Diego, California)

Ode To The Only Girl - Poem by John Williams

I've seen you many times in many places--
Theater, bus, train, or on the street;
Smiling in spring rain, in winter sleet,
Eyes of any hue in myriad faces;
Midnight black, all shades of brown your hair,
Long, short, bronze or honey-fair.
Instantly have I loved, have never spoken;
Slowly a truck passed, a light changed,
A door closed--all seemingly pre-arranged--
Then you were gone forever, the spell was broken.
Ubiquitios only one, we've met before
A hundred times, and we'll meet again
As many more; in hills or forest glen,
On crowded street or lonely, peaceful shore;
Somewhere, someday--but how will we ever know
True love, how wil we ever know?


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  • Bill Wright (9/9/2016 8:38:00 AM)


    This poem is quite plaintive. A lot of people can relate to this. (Report) Reply

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