Early Works - Madeline

A rose takes all winter to grow and in summer it will blossom and bloom then I will pick it and put it in you hair, but that little rose won’t look as lovely as you. I don’t know what it was that made me fall, but Madeline when I met you I seem to hear love call my name. I tried to fight it, but what good did it do because you cannot fight something you cannot see, won’t you agree. It started with just a few words and it ended in love conquering all. I try to pretend, but you’ve got me on a string and there is nothing I can do about it. 6 August 1968 Author’s Note: Madeline is a very old friend of over forty years. We dated a couple of times and in consequence, this soppy poem was born. She married a good friend of mine and they even came to my wedding. We still see each other from time to time.