One Velvet Evening

One Velvet Evening

by W.F. Manchester

She came into my life,

So quietly,

So softly,

Then took it so forcefully

With her love,

I was caught unaware.

I remember the moment so clearly: We sat together in George’s dining room,

Staring at one another across the white linen table cloth,

She hardly spoke,

But the spell was weaving about me;

I did not know it then.

She came into my life,

Ever so gently,

A tentative finger,

Running ever so lightly over velvet,

One velvet evening,

Tracing her love on my soul.

Then she slipped away,

One velvet evening,

Ever so suddenly,

Ever so silently,

Never to return,

And I,

I have been half a man ever since,

Waiting for death to take me,

Hoping that she can be found again,

And still wants me.