A chance encounter through shared endeavours,
A verbal dance upon the wall,
Attempting not to ruffle feathers,
Words ebbed and flowed as I recall.
She captured hence my full attention,
An enigma which held much intrigue,
Introduce my apprehension,
Perhaps she lay outside my league.
More about her I must know,
Which treat she longed for she'd impart,
The oddest answer she did throw,
This strange young girl replied 'jam tart'.
A few days later we would meet,
United by a common goal,
Perspiring bodies in raised heat,
A vigorous workout took it's toll.
To her my efforts I'd devote,
I could not help myself but stare,
Although her merry band took note,
No hint of heed would this girl share.
Captured by her warm sweet smile,
Bound by ice which I must break,
To catch my breath it took a while,
She left and I rued my mistake.
I went about my dull routine,
Cursing over that missed chance,
A melancholy rarely seen,
Victim of a dead romance.
In wonderment I start to fret,
Developing to consternation,
Swallowing my deep regret,
I offer further conversation.
I played to her my violin,
A melody which few have heard,
Exposing her to my chagrin,
I hoped that she'd not be deterred.
A week of inspiration since,
Much in common do we share,
Perchance I'll ask to be her prince,
But I'm not really sure I dare.
An innocence with rare appeal,
I wait 'til next I see her face,
In turn I wonder how she feels,
Perhaps one day she'll be my Grace.
I've no desire to hold the keys,
Birds should fly upon their wings,
Follow any dream you please,
With no-one pulling at your strings.
She the beauty to my beast,
Her every wish I would fulfil,
A deep connection never ceased,
Her one, her only, Daffodil.
- An original work by Adam Jones
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