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Re-posted from my ’60’s blog: Summers of Love
(From 1965 – age 18)
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This wasn’t what she had in mind,
she’d meant to keep his feelings light,
she hadn’t meant for him to fall,
in fact she never dreamed he might.
But then he said that heavy word
that stunned and made her want to flee
and when he asked her how she felt
no words would come, she wanted free.
She knew the fault was in her self
not to have seen the tenderness
that shined so deeply from his eyes
and spoke of more than friendliness.
If only she had heard his sighs
or felt his pulse beneath her touch
she might have realized weeks ago
his feelings had become too much.
Sparks that should have been snuffed out
had turned to flames within his heart,
she saw the glow and didn’t know
why she’d allowed his love to start.
This wasn’t what I had in mind,
her thoughts were pleading silently
but while her reasoning rebelled
her heart was pounding happily.
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(c) 1965, 2014 Betty Hayes Albright
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Faded pencil drawing (c) 1965, 2015
(I was never an artist – poor guy doesn’t have any elbows.
And he’s standing on her toes!)
Seasonings 