Remembering Her Birthday

Someone plays a love song
On the ancient radio
And my heart is stung
With a romantic thought
That never fades
Like singing birds at dusk
Serenading the sunset.

Her flirtatious scarf is swaying
On a clothesline in the melancholy afternoon,
But later I’ll be drunk
As a tall girl walks in the moonlight
Alone on the beach.

And I want to see her again
In a special place
When the time is right
To tell her how I feel,
When I have the power
To convince her
Of the unique beauty
Of her essence.

poem by Uriah Hamilton
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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