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Nancy and Elaine...

Her name was Nancy.

She was enchanting

as a crisp, beautiful sunset.

She had the natural beauty

of a fresh, spring, crimson rose.

She had sparkling,

piercing blue eyes,

wonderful as the clear blue sea.

She was quick,

she was smart

she was successful.

I was madly in love with her

my heart ached for her

I was crazy for her.

  One sad day

she ended it all

without a single

word of explanation.

 

The world collapsed on me.

I cried, I wept, I sobbed.

My heart ached

I just kept crying.

Everything around reminded me of her

and there was one constant

piercing thought drilling my mind:

“I will never forget her,

I will always keep thinking of her,

I will always, always be in love with her”.

 

In a new chapter in my life

I met Elaine.

We had work to do together

and we met ever so often.

She was a lot prettier than Nancy

she was beauty defined

she was a lot smarter

she was brilliant

to make it short

she was a Goddess on earth.

But my mind was elsewhere.

I saw her and kept thinking of Nancy.

I even called her Nancy once or twice.

She was openly flirting with me,

she was showing me

her gentle, sensitive romantic soul,

she was making passes at me

and all I could think was:

“I will always be in love with Nancy”.

 

Well it took a lot of time,

it took a lot of effort on her side

and things began to change.

It was slow, very slow

but it finally happened.

I slowly began to fall in love

with her and realize that

not only was she prettier and smarter than Nancy

but that she was a wonderful person

with beautiful feelings

a wonderful romantic inner world.

She was kind, responsive, tender

and so very caring.

 

I still can’t believe it

but I’m fully in love with Elaine

and Nancy is a thing of the past

a simple nothing.

 

All my friends used to tell me of Nancy:

“Just let go”.

I thought that was ridiculous, stupid,

impossible, incredible.

But it happened,

it’s for real,

it’s true…           
— dsaranti, Jun 05, 2008

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weirdelf

weirdelf

18 years ago

I'm voting 5

Partly because it is so fucking good to hear the truth. Sure it is good poetry, perhaps a tad prosaic at times, will get back to that, but I am sick to death of protestations of undying love and dwelling in it like picking at a leprous ulcer. This is a relatively long poem to read onscreen but I never hesitated. It grabbed me with its fresh ring of truth. Thank you. By prosaic, I mean at times it felt like I was not reading poetry but hearing someone talk to me. Is that a good or bad thing? You decide. Now go ahead and tell me you made it all up and are really still in love with Nancy. Wreck my day. cheers, Jess
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dsaranti

18 years ago

Replying

No It's the truth, I've forgotten about Nancy 100%. In fact, sometimes I hate her for the way she dumped me. Of course I've substituted Nancy with Elaine, but Nancy is out of my mind, I'm surely cured. That's the truth and nothing else. Please refer to all my poems about Elaine under "dsaranti" if you don't believe me. Your friend Dimitri
weirdelf

weirdelf

18 years ago

I believe you

I have read some really wonderful poetry on this site today/tonight/tomorrow thanks Jess

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