This poem is on the winner's list of The Poetry Contest-Women And Blogging at Blogjunta on 28-3-2011.
No tale is this like of the princess and toad
And I believed him not...
A fistful of some candies and marshmallows
He filled in my pocket, the kindest of fellows
And I thanked him not...
A game good of hopscotch then we played
Each step of mine he watched as I strayed
And I noticed him not...
A bunch of blossoms red to make me smile
He plucked from the meadows across the rile
And I praised him not...
A breeze chimed as he hummed in the air
My songs favorite, like a bird from his lair
And I heard him not...
A love so selfless, splendid, sublime and serene
With a dream he brought,to me no real did it mean
And I wanted him not...
A dame another I saw holding him lest he would fall
They strolled away, I realized it was too late to call
And I deserved him not....
A world now asks me "How does it feel in the end?"
All I go tell them "I loved myself and lost a friend"
And now"I love him a lot!"