Leah walks down the dormitory hall

in white socks, blue jeans, t-shirt: and her eyes,

black and beautiful, keep me in their thrall.


It is my twenty-first autumn. Dead leaves fall

to the dark earth. And this poor sinner cries

for joy when Leah passes through the hall!


Soon December's winds will bite and brawl;

but her kind face outshines the glowering skies.

So beautiful. I am her helpless thrall.


She’s fairly slender. Not extremely tall.

Wholly composed of sunlight. Sadness dies

each time sweet Leah passes through the hall!


She is my health and hope. She is my all!

Her voice (that perfect and divine surprise,

Black and beautiful) has me in its thrall.


Reader, forgive my feeble-witted scrawl:

my soul, bowed down in homage, dares not rise!

Black and beautiful, Leah walks the hall,

and keeps this foolish poet in her thrall.

Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-11-19 at 06:54

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From 20 May to 3 June, we asked the community to select their favorite texts on PB, dated from 2005 to today. This text has been nominated to be featured on the home page of PoetBay. Thank you for posting it on our poetry website!

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Nicely done :)

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Well crafted!

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
Co ed livinng was a dream. I enjoyed this thoroughly. You write passionately of those years and of Leah.

Me too man. Me too.