Madeline's Tryst
The spiral staircase made her high heels sing
and off the railing with excitement she began swing.
She missed her love that began with a single kiss
and inside her heartfelt story never went amiss.
Towne Square became her place of calm serenity,
a relaxing place that gave her a sense of amenity.
She missed her beloved with a tear in her eye
and by the fount of youth she waited for her guy.
From here the City churches pierced the mist,
the fog began to hover as she waited for her tryst.
He walked along the edge of the fount and saw her smile,
he had been missing her, but the wait was worthwhile.
She picked up her journal she kept of poems of love,
gave it to him with apprehension; he took off his glove.
She told him that it was a book she wrote out of care,
he closed it, and, now smiling, crossed the square.
Holding hands and falling in love all over again,
he kissed her like before and said, “I love you Madeline.”
One Nine and Sixteen Upgrade Version Poetry Contest
May 19, 2018
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