She wafted in
Like a sea-breeze,
And made me feel
A little less than impossible
(To be with) .
Like a summers misty morning.
Too gentle
For any malice or forethought.
A time of easy beginnings,
Charmed losses.
Yet barely-heard sighs.
Peter Vealey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-a-mis-nomer/
