You, at the wrong moment turned your face away searching for her as she went by, and when you turned your head back you didn't see her, she was already swallowed by the fog of time.
You did pass by when I wasn’t looking,
I was then searching for you my love,
the eyes of my soul would had instantly
knew, the search had meet its final stop,
my heart would have skip a beat feeling
near, the most beautiful girl in the world.
But I was then looking the wrong way,
kept going like a fool which don’t know
that there was your feminine perfume,
its invisible essence wrapping me around
like a spider’s net does with the butterfly
but then pretty girl, didn’t trust my nose.
Wished to hear your voice, in my head
I had heard it so many times with laugh,
like a small bird singing after the rain
to a rainbow, its fingers in a pot of gold,
and like a cascade of pure mountain water
whispering my name, it was your voice.
My heart told me that your sparkling eyes
a face with happiness illuminate would,
and when my eyes those stars admired,
mesmerized I will be, a man that’s lost
in a labyrinthine maze of much desires
for the most beautiful girl in the world.
MOST BEAUTIFUL Girl in the World Poem
is STUNNING Georg!
YOur romantic heart has spoken!
Those misty fall evenings, mornings when she passed on by,
That picture makes me want cry...
Such inspiration from this one picture and your poem!
Thank YOU my Sweet Adorable "GREAT" Friend for SHARING~! Your heart!!!
WRITE ON!
Warmest of Blessings of Love and Bright Light, Warrior Purple Lady SHEExooo
Georg... you are such a romantic...this is beautiful..and the search must continue...I've known people who passed decades before...and then...met again late in life...only to embrace and make up for lost time.. IT CAN HAPPEN... :-)) This is lovely. lindalaw
I can relate, Georg. And you know, more than once I have actually met face to face with the "most beautiful girl in the world" yet sadly, in time, she went away, one way or another to vanish into the fog of time. It is true that there are many other "most beautiful girls in the world." It's all in the moment I suppose. Thank you, friend. Love and peace,
Oh my Georg, you've expressed so beautifully what happens to most people, but only once. You see someone, your eyes meet, and you go on never realizing until later that it was your soul mate you saw. Once seen, never forgotten.
Bravo my friend,
Marcia
A most beautiful poem -- moving, sensual and tender -- containing such great phrases: "...like a small bird singing after the rain
to a rainbow" amd "...like a cascade of pure mountain water
whispering my name" and many others! Exceptionally well done, Georg!
In the furthest memory in my mind, the one I loved more, at least in my mind, than any other was lost to me fifty-seven years ago, and a day has not gone by that I haven't thought of her and wondered of her and knew if we passed in the street or stood one before the other in line waiting to have our groceries checked, she would not know me nor would I know her. Your beautifully haunting poem, Georg, brought this thought to mind. Your friend, Mark
Georg,
It is never too late. Wrap your arms around her and make her yours!
This poem brought me to a bridge maybe in London, on a dark and lonely night, and I was searching for something, not quite sure what, and distracted by an accident and wandered off, before you could find me. (The female part of this poem)....
I shall finish it, check my page for the female part of this poem.
Peace, love, and light,
You inspire me!
Amber "V"
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Reviewed on February 21, 2009
Tenderly written!
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is STUNNING Georg!
YOur romantic heart has spoken!
Those misty fall evenings, mornings when she passed on by,
That picture makes me want cry...
Such inspiration from this one picture and your poem!
Thank YOU my Sweet Adorable "GREAT" Friend for SHARING~! Your heart!!!
WRITE ON!
Warmest of Blessings of Love and Bright Light, Warrior Purple Lady SHEExooo
Much Love & Inspirations
Vickie
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Sandie Angel :o)
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D
Bravo my friend,
Marcia
how beautifully right is that?
Very I think :-)
Aberjhani
My favorite stanza is the last one, especially the last three lines.
Cryssa
Carole~
to a rainbow" amd "...like a cascade of pure mountain water
whispering my name" and many others! Exceptionally well done, Georg!
It is never too late. Wrap your arms around her and make her yours!
This poem brought me to a bridge maybe in London, on a dark and lonely night, and I was searching for something, not quite sure what, and distracted by an accident and wandered off, before you could find me. (The female part of this poem)....
I shall finish it, check my page for the female part of this poem.
Peace, love, and light,
You inspire me!
Amber "V"
Looking the wrong way...wonders we have missed!
This. Is. Beautiful. Image, poetry ... deeply mysterious! Well done, Sir.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Fee