Brief Encounter Poem by Christopher Teale

What is your name?
I ask myself and feel
burning in me, foolish flame,
Youthful thoughts, thrill

Did I not kill that fire?
I thought I drowned that hope
Even this heart from toil did tire
and fled when it could not cope

Your beauty to me is cruel
What daring hand made those hips?
Your smile is most ferocious fuel
What caring fingers shaped those lips?

Fully blossoming as Autumn creeps
ever closer to that fair cheek
a waking dream to this heart that sleeps
Till we meet again, I shall for ever seek