Her eyes with their twinkle, her cheeks with their blush

Her eyes with their twinkle, her cheeks with their blush

 

 

~

 

Her eyes with their twinkle, her cheeks with their blush,

she offers a biscuit and asks, “what’s the rush?”

The door stands wide open, a mat for my feet,

she says, “come inside, won’t you please take a seat?”

 

I sit in her kitchen, a chair made of straw

she wears a shy smile as if something might fall

Her dress made of cotton is worn like a bloom,

a flowery pattern that lights up the room

 

It tickles her fancy, she lets out a laugh,

then pours cherry wine from a painted carafe

A tablecloth fabric in gingham and blue

with dishes and spoons, knives and forks, set for two

 

The cabinets look polished, a maple veneer,

with handles of crystal that glisten quite clear

The stove set to boil, the fridge set to freeze,

I ask for a tissue, I fear I might sneeze

 

With curtains of daisies and carpets of lawn,

I sit with her happily, dusk until dawn

And then when she’s yawning, the moon up ahead,

I bid her farewell as I head off to bed

 

No slumber this evening, that means there’s no sleep,

I’ve counted the neighbors out counting their sheep

My lids feeling heavy with dreams now in wait,

It’s her I am missing as it’s getting late

 

But morning is coming and twilight is near

and when I arise, I will hope she is here

For then we’ll be playing our song to the morn,

her on piano and me on French horn

 

We’ll follow a butterfly over a hill

and place a red rose in a vase on the sill

She’ll whisper “I like you”, as I call her name,

I’ll whisper right back, telling her just the same

 

The happiest ending, like fairytale lore

will come with us strolling together once more

Yet all I will see in this valley so lush,

her eyes with their twinkle, her cheeks with their blush

 

Reviews

[Neda]

Very lovely,
Storytelling in the poetry is always a delight.

[willweb]

Thanks so very much. I appreciate your visit

[Pete]

right up there with cinderella and such. what a sweet flow - like honey. you really know how to set a table. if there was a hammock i don't think i would ever leave. when you find her let me know because she might have a sister. outstanding poetry (and you know i'm a rhymer) ... :)

[willweb]

Hey, I'll ask if she does and let you know. : ) Thanks so much Pete. I appreciate you stopping by.

[Ken Simm.]

Again the acoustic songs that you do so well. The musicality and the smoothness of the writing. I can hear the melody from here.

[willweb]

Thanks so much Ken. I guess I am predictable but...that's how they come out. : )

[Ken Simm.]

Didn't say that Will. Said it was good.

[willweb]

Sorry, I didn't mean it that way and I do appreciate your kindness always Ken. Thank you again my friend.

[John the Baptist]

A very smoothly rhymed piece, a very romantic setting. It seems to me, though, that you're losing a lot of sleep over this chick. I hope you're not driving, too.

[willweb]

Don't tell anyone but she is fictional. (sort of) I created her in my mind for poetic reasons...or did I? : ) Regardless, I'm not driving...or am I? Thanks so much my friend.

[Neville]

so beautifully poemed .. and humongously enjoyed .. the term splendid would not be amiss, if assigned :)

[willweb]

Thank you my friend. I appreciate your visit and kind words.

[Neville]

so beautifully poemed .. and humongously enjoyed .. the term splendid would not be amiss, if assigned :)

[M]

As always, a fine tale of a meeting that blooms into love written in your usual smooth rhyme and verse. I appreciate your use of description to fit the rhyming flow and use of certain words at times that are rarely attempted in such tight forms. Carafe, springing to mind as one example. Always the romantic, Willweb. I appreciated this latest journey through the verses of love.

[willweb]

Thank you so very much for following along on my little poetic journey. I am happy you enjoyed this.

[Coyote Poetry]

A wonderful poem shared Will.
"We’ll follow a butterfly over a hill
and place a red rose in a vase on the sill
She’ll whisper “I like you”, as I call her name,
I’ll whisper right back, telling her just the same"
I adored the above lines. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[willweb]

Thanks so much my friend, I am happy you liked it.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Will.

[Lorry]

You know Will, I reckon you've got the hang of this poetry lark. I first picked up a pen at what I then thought was an old age of 25, but thirty years later, I still haven't plucked up the courage to sit the exam. I reckon it'll be at least another thirty years added to the ones I've been writing for before plouk up the cirage to sit them and not mistakes like I just done. I'll get the hang of this writing someday, but for now I haven't even found out where the charger fits on the pen. 😊
Beautifully captuerated

[willweb]

My friend, we all have different ways of expressing ourselves, I find your style of writing unique to you and that is what makes this writing and reading endeavor (hobby) so much fun. Thanks for always leaving a comment on my page to allows me a smile or two.

[Chris Shaw]

A magical trip in fantasy land Will. Beautiful description, a most enjoyable wander. Lovely poetry. Have a great Friday.

Chris

[willweb]

Thank you so much Chris. Just something that came to me as I sat here at work. : )