Georgia,
Stood pensive in In the arrivals suit. *
Awaiting an Irish friend, for their first true meet. **
She was nervous, yet sure enough to give it a try,
As he, merely sixteen, clumsy and shy, came into sight
The sudden rush, a fright!
Feelings she couldn't subdue, with quick wit and a hastly hello, she retreated to the loo.
Those three short days live long in my mind. The tor, the chataux, the party and the kiss, will never wane with time.*
Though it was to be 4 months til we were reunited,*
*of calls kept me undaunted and excited.
Then came the forth, upon which rose my heart, for that was the day that we said never again shall we part.*
Georgia and Jonthan. Young, fun and dumb, now walked hand in hand, inseperable, intense and in love.*
Yet we could still not live as one, and went through a year of long distance pain, until you moved to the land of emerald green, kept clean by a steady flow of rain. And so began the greatest year of my life, yes ofcourse there were arguements and strif, but none so great as to break us down; within our love and caring the arguments were drowned.
Until one fatal day, by Liverpool dock. You only said "we're done".*
two words.*
two seconds.*
too painful to realise, instantly I had lost her smile, that laugh, and those eyes.*
But still there is hope, *all is not lost, for we are still friends, a friendship which I will keep at all costs. For I hope you will still be there for me, as I am for ya, whether your questions are serious and upseting, or just what way to shave sylvia.
And so this to must come to an end, not quite a story, nor a poem.*
Just an outpouring of my thoughts and feelings,*
sckeched onto a paper piece with occassional mispeelings.*
May you never forget how special you are to me, my one and only, my georgie porgie.*
With Love.*
Jonathan.*
xxx * **