I Once Loved An Englishman
By La Belle Rouge

I once loved an Englishman...too much
Was it his gentle charm, his hot desire
that tender voice that melted me to nothing?
Or his eclectic, bizarre sense of humor
no one else seemed to quite understand
that often sent me into fits of laughter?
Was it attraction to his brilliant intellect
or the way souls kissed each other's scars?

I loved an Englishman once...too deeply
Devotedly, fiercely, secretly, for with him
it could never be openly lest it destroy us
or half hearted, for he was ablaze with love
His poetry opened Heaven and rocked Hell
I loved him, as my own soul and believed in him
for, after all, he was almost Shakespearian
and who could ever dispute such greatness?

I once loved an Englishman...too freely
who knew how to dry my tears, make me smile
so quickly ignite the blazing fire of my femininity
gallantly kiss my hand, easily rip off my "Knickers"
Never known a man quite like the Englishman
before or since, a unique man, beautiful soul
He couldn’t give me what I wanted...he said
Even with all his endearing charms, he never did
 

3/5/2008 La Belle Rouge

“Poetry, Soul Whispers”


Music "Nobody Does It Better"