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Ten Floors

I stepped into our building’s entranceway.
It was aglow from bright sunshine that day.
With friends she walked inside as I got there,
So beautiful I had to stop and stare.

Without a chance to speak, my next resort
Was get the building manager’s report!
Thus armed, I neared her door, in hopes of talking,
Until I figured that might look like stalking.

The next day I stepped in our elevator,
And there she was—no shock could have been greater!
Alone, I had ten floors to make a pitch,
But thankfully fast talking was my niche.

I can’t recall a single word I said,
Or even what was dancing through my head,
But she was forced to listen, thus confined,
And I was stunned to sense she didn’t mind.

Then to her train, I walked her all the way.
The journey with my wife began that day.

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Russel Winick recently started writing poetry after ending a long legal career. He resides in Naperville, Illinois

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4 Responses

  1. Roy Eugene Peterson

    Russel, how fascinating are such great stories of love and romance wherein one discovers another by happenstance. Being alone for ten floors with her regardless of whatever you said must have been magic straight out of your head. How wonderful and captivating are such love stories and poems. This one touched my imagination and heart.

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    • Russel Winick

      Thank you, Sir, for your characteristically lovely comment. They are always greatly appreciated!

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  2. Cynthia L Erlandson

    What a sweet love story that led to marriage! It is an amusing poem, too, especially that you were talking without knowing what you were saying (at least not enough to remember what you said!) The situation reminds me a bit of Frank Sinatra’s “Strangers in the Night”.

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