The Gorgeous Girl Of My Dreams Poem by Denis Martindale

For just a time, a precious time,
She meant the world to me,
In every way, as if sublime,
Deserving poetry...
But love acts like a bar of soap,
As slippery as can be,
It casts out fear and offers hope,
Yet love is never free...

A thousand bills were dead ahead,
If I proposed one night
And all at once, if we two wed,
Rejoicing with delight...
But money doesn't grow on trees
And so no hope in sight,
Another man must come to please
And thus do what was right...

And thus I let her wed that man,
At home I chose to stay,
Agreeing to her wedding plan,
Upon her wedding day...
I was the greatest true love fan,
Yet saw love slip away...
But next time, I'll do all I can,
Beyond the prayers I pray!


Denis Martindale July 2017.