In a crowded pub he sits
and waits
Whilst his friend goes to the bar,
thirsty mouths to sate
Then in she walks, a man
in tow
Blown away by her beauty
and elegance she shows
This image of beauty
pure as an angels soul
With her his heart
beats a rhythmic flow
Her lips, her curves
and her long flowing hair
At her he cannot help
but stare
There is beauty in this world
he thinks
But then there’s her in
which his heart drinks
Then she’s gone like
a dream
He’s blown away and
shell-shocked by what he’s seen
Posted in: Poetry
Caliburnus Rises 
Posted on Aug 27, 2012
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