Rose colored glasses

What I should of done. I do regret.

                           Rose colored glasses

My brown eyes beauty, my Scottish girl dream, we made promises on floors of glass.

You were everything sweet and beautiful and you made me feel loved.

We were just babies, 20 and 19 years old. Allowed words to be released, we could not keep.

I remember us. You and I dancing by the lake.

I was your Hemingway and you my Scottish girl trying to save my spirit from dying.

We had good German wine and long nights of embrace.

You told me often. I talk nonsense, always wearing rose colored glasses, making wishes to the stars and the moon.

I remember our last words. I forgive you Johnnie.

Dear Sheena, I never forgave myself. My Scottish girl dream.

I wish I could put on my rose colored glasses on and bring your body near. This time.

I would never release you.

                            

                         Coyote

Author's Note

just words

Reviews

[sette]

so sad but then the first love will always be remembered and cherished forever

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree my friend. First love. A forever memory.

[Lydia Shutter]

Yes, you were young, but obviously she had quite an impact on you! Young love...even though it does not last, we carry it with us throughout our lives. I want to look through those rose colored glasses to see your Scottish girl too! Lydi**

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Lydia. Old memories become more sweet with time.

[Dave]

I'm sure the names are all different, but all of us have a Sheena somewhere in our history. Seems to fit in the category of "If I only knew then what I know now." Oh my oh my.

Take care - Dave

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree Dave. Always a memory never forgotten.

[Dave]

NEVER!! That's for sure!