In the Halls A Passion Burns
Richard Scorpio 1964 (Iowa)
In the quiet halls where time gently treads,
Amongst whispered echoes and shadowed threads,
I met a soul, timeless as the moon's soft glow,
For, in your eyes, ages ebb and flow.
With a spirit young, in years rich and wise,
You wear the centuries as a clever disguise.
In building's veins, where my days unfold,
Your laughter rings, stories untold.
A heart that beats with vivacious fire,
Igniting in me an unspoken desire.
The world sees numbers, a chasm so wide,
But in your presence, such norms I deride.
You are a woman of eras past,
Yet in your gaze, youth forever cast.
Your solitude, a fortress you've lovingly built,
Yet in your smile, my reservations wilt.
You flirt with a grace, a dance so sublime,
Leaving me to wonder, is this our time?
A maintenance man, in age but a youth,
Yet for you, my heart speaks an ancient truth.
In the quiet of your home, a haven so sweet,
Two souls could meet, discreetly, in loving retreat.
Just a few days a week, to stoke the flame,
In each other's company, a fire to reclaim.
For in your autumn, and my spring,
There's a song of the ages, waiting to sing.
A tale of a passion, transcendent and bold,
In the warmth of your world, I find my hold.
So, for you with a fire that rivals the stars,
In the quiet of your home, let's heal our scars.
In the tender embrace of a passion that's new,
I find my forever, timeless, with you.
About this poem
I have/had a crush on a lady much older than me, she is 80ish (never guess right), and I late 50's., was hoping for a lovers romance.
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Written on December 19, 2023
Submitted by rickscorpio on December 22, 2023
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Scheme | AABB CCDD EEFF GGHH IIJJ KKLL MMDD NNOO |
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Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 1,380 |
Words | 297 |
Stanzas | 8 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 |
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