Welsh Yarn

“When she looks at me
I know the girl sees things
Nobody else can see
All of the secret fears inside
And all the craziness I hide
She looks into my soul
And reads me like nobody can.”

– fr. lyrics of  Come What May, Air Supply

(Mhyn, in Wales, Summer of 1987)

(Indiscretion is not diversion of affection
but deviation from dictation of convention.)

so cold is the draft
her scent does beckon
so sweet is the waft
and so I reckon.

a romance in Wales
forget I cannot
ever worth the tales
regret I have not.

affair so hidden
as hot as ember
love so forbidden
nice to remember!

– between
hidden and bidden
is forbidden.

– between
romance and distance
is remembrance.

(c) 1987 Chito L. Aguilar


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