Love Hurts
I got off the airplane as the snow fell,
My work had brought me to the remote north;
I heard the whirling propellers as the plane left,
Leaving me on a lonely cold runway.
A red truck waited,
Beside a man stood,
He was beautiful to me,
I was quite starry-eyed,
We drove into the infinite northern vastness;
Never had snow been so lovely.
This was my guide and protector for the duration,
We met for breakfast each morning at 6 AM;
Planned our day and drove off into the wilderness,
I was under his spell from the very beginning.
One evening we met,
At the only restaurant,
We drank red wine,
And kissed with lust,
His log cabin was warm, dreamy and romantic;
We wrapped our bodies in blankets.
I was in love with this magnetic and charming man,
He had me totally captivated and mesmerized;
Days turned into weeks and weeks into long months,
He was my day guide and my nightly lover.
One morning I waited,
And the waitress said,
You know he is married,
With four kids in Toronto,
I was shattered, heartbroken, a stupid romantic fool;
I never looked at him as my plane took off.
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April 22, 2015
Poetry/Verse/Love Hurts
Copyright Protected, ID 04-666-142-22
All Rights Reserved, 2012, Constance La France
For the contest, Romantic Fools,
sponsor, Thomas Martin, Judged
First Place
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