The Raindrop Burns

by Wendy Rappeport

Now she is seventy- a virgin and never wed.

But once the opportunity was there

And she had it in her head

That he loved her too.

She won many dance competitions

And he was her teacher.

She was elegant and slim

And her hair was a feature

She always had her hair styled

For exams and displays.

And her dresses wer fantastic

With flounces and lace.

The most spectacular dance

Was a foxtrot with him

As her partner

And she always dreamed of him,

In her best dreams they were married

Had three children it seemed.

And she woke in distress

Because it was only a dream

She really expected him to ask her

But he wasn't interested

She thought of marriage

But she was always distressed.

We went away together on holiday

And all of the tour

She played love songs

Of Charles Asnavour.

I could sense the tears in her eyes,

Like burning drops of rain

On her cheeks as she cried

Over and over and then again.

She's seventy now

Never married, no children to love.

And her life is so empty

He had never returned her love.

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Write a rhyme poem about your last most favourite romantic time you had with your partner that you love/loved and explain why your last shot didn?t keep the fire alive.

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