Someone commented, wondering if I wrote the last poem. I write everything that is posted here and if I don't I will give credit to the author. The last poem actually happened. I did learn to swim in Wales at the base of a broken down castle. I used the swimmies as well. We had gone to Wales with another family and because my father was called away, he was in the Air Force, he was unable to come. My mother was there to encourage as it says. The house we stayed was a Roman stable that had been converted to a cottage. The only "license" taken was the year it took place. Needed the rhyme........
They met in an unusual way,
Two worlds apart, didn't sway.
The feelings that grew between,
Tried to resist, but soon seen.
No one knows when they will find,
The love that happens, one of a kind.
Unfullfilled, not unrequited,
Wishing for more, to be united.
Time will tell what is in store
For these two, who dream of more.
Do the stars decide the fate?
Of how long the lovers have to wait.
The touch, the hugs they miss
Under the Southern Cross their first kiss
dedicated to a couple I know.