A Maiden Fair

This book began to tell me
a beautiful story about a maiden fair and true.
I was captivated by her pure heart.
I was glad to see her enemies vanquished.

Suddenly, I realized that I
had met such a fair maiden in the mall.
She was beautiful and helpful to my confusion.
I did not know that I could love her so.
We parted without names.

Now I am alone.
The story is done.
I cannot meet my maiden again.
I should be sad, but rather
I laugh at my own blindness
that I cannot see what I need.

W. Wayne B.

© 2012 W. Wayne B.

About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.
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