We Weren't Looking for Love

when you least expect it

We Weren't Looking For Love

we both came from large mid west cities

lot of things to do and a lot of places to go

somehow we both stumbled into this small town

there was no way that we could know

oh it was innocent enough as she passed by

she said hi and I smiled and tipped my hat

there was something though that caught my eye

it wasn't just her beauty it was more than that

oh she had beautiful grey eyes and long golden hair

with a gorgeous smile and a body that wouldn't quit

but it was like you could see inside her soul

her gentleness her calm I'll never forget

we met in the courtyard of this little village

and sometimes we would go to the cafe LaBlue'

I think because we were not looking for love

it came so naturally to us before we knew

we would hold hands and stare into the night

if I really wanted to see the entrance to her heart

I could look into her eyes and there it was

cupid hit me square with his love dart

I would write her poetry with words special for her

she was my beautiful sexy gorgeous babydoll

her gift to me was I was able to taste her lips

she would nibble my ear and do this little growl

there were many things that made us a perfect match

if we disagreed she would smile and give me a shove

I would melt in her arms and beg for forgiveness

we fell so madly because we weren't looking for love

if I were to die tomorrow it would be sad but still ok

because I met the love of my life and so few do

I will take the memory of her wherever I go

I look at her picture and say God I love you

Gomer LePoet ....

Reviews

[Stacey Watts]

Wow amazing piece here. Very romantic and sweet. I love poems about dying devotion. That was very beautiful.

[Cherrie Palmer]

this one right here should sweep the contest, I loved it.

[Walk away slow poet]

Wow, this one is so powerful and wonderful. I really loved the rhyme scheme and flow.

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David,
I have read this a total of about 6 times. lol This one is fastly becoming a favorite of mine. I so love this, I guess because I know from whence it came. I know of that little village you talk about, I have been to the cafe LaBlue, I remember the tipping of the hat, I have read the poems, lol
It is a wonderful thing when one finds such a love that they are able to take the memory, that love with them wherever they go. Hold on to it tightly, for that love is not always so easy to find.

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I loved this write, so creative and so flowing.
Loved the rhyme scheme. So wonderfully written Gomer.