I long to feel you near me,
To caress your silken hair,
To slip my arm about your waist
And tell you that I care.
I yearn to take you in my arms
And crush you to my chest,
To feel the heavy rhythm
Of your palpitating breast.
I crave the heavenly nectar
Of your soul-destroying kiss,
To live though for a moment
In an ecstasy of bliss.
Alas, I am rejected
For you hold no answering flame,
With a chap like Jim so handy
You are not the one to blame.
Comments: This poem was written during World War II. The "Jim" of the poem was Jimmy Fishbourne, who later became my Father's "best man." Betty was Jimmy's bride.
Friday, December 9, 2011
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