There Was A Beau

One time in the month of September
There was a beau I do remember.
There he was with pleasures bright
and there was I filled with fright.

Afraid to give my heart away
I let my fear get in the way.
I closed my eyes. He asked for naught.
I opened my eyes and never forgot.

When September comes every year
I remember the beau, not the fear.
My fear is gone. Love please return.
For still my heart for you does yearn.

by Edwina Reizer

Comments (1)

Very nice flow, nice memories!