Love Poem: The Guy From Quebec
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Written by: Andrea Dietrich

The Guy From Quebec

Beneath his coal-black forelocks, flirty eyes kept meeting mine when I allowed my gaze to fall on him. As if I were a prize, he grinned at me. He'd put me in a daze! When he approached, my heart began to pound. He spoke so fluently, and his accent was French! I'd never heard a sweeter sound. He asked me on a date. Of course I went! We chatted in a cafe as we ate. Inside the core of me, a longing grew. then as he drove me home, I could not wait for what I knew would very soon ensue! Once parked, he turned to me, eyes deep and tender, and all that I could do was to surrender. Dedicated to my indelible memory: Guy Loranger, wherever he may be. Written Aug, 9, 2016 for Becca Teagan's All I could do was surrender - Shakespearean Sonnet