What would I do when she came to the door?
Could I wear a broad, confident smile?
I searched for the perfect words.
I wanted to give a good impression.
She arrived with a calm, elegant beauty.
Her inner strength filled my heart with confidence.
I can’t remember my first faltering words.
What I planned to say fell to the floor unspoken.
Perhaps I found her intimidating.
My flaws led me to fear disgrace.
Now, every visit has become a joyful memory.
What seemed like weaknesses have been reformed.
My anxiety fled into a vanishing fog.
I am glad that I can smile at all our memories.
W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Journey Through a Garden
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© 2015 W. Wayne B.
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