EVERYTHING WAS PERFECT
It was the perfect opportunity,
Seven days on the sea.
For two lovers to meet in unity,
Upon the oceans free.
Golden sunsets, walks on white sands
Such exotic scenery.
With other couples holding hands
And laughing lovingly.
But not by the waters, crystal clear
Nor the coral glowing below.
Could I ever hold this girl near,
Could I ever let my love show.
Not by a whisper, not by a touch,
Nor eyes that never met.
Nor by a need needed to much,
Was fate before us set.
The dining room, so elegant,
The view, pure beauty.
The nightly shows extravagant
None there would disagree.
Still something seemed circumspect,
No, it didn't take long to see
Yeah, everything was perfect...
I actually wrote this a couple of days ago with no intent of posting it. However, I was subtley amused that Gen had come up with a poem about a man having to be "perfect" to hold her love...so I thought I'd share it with you all anyway. Guess, I wasn't so far off in how I felt.
[This message has been edited by Michael (edited 02-21-2000).]