'Every little girl knows about love. It is only her capacity to suffer because of it that increases. (Francoise Sagan)

PHANTOM

In her room she's waiting
free from prying eyes,
whispering to her phantom;
'Take me, hold me, love me?'
'Make me come, alive!'

Through the day she winces
at the cruel jibes.
'How's it goin' fat arse?'
'What's new thunder thighs?'

Ruth, is what they named her
though beauty wasn't hers.
So in her room, alone at night,
she hears her phantom call.
'I'll take you Ruth, and hold you,
and love you best of all!'

GREENWOLFE 1962
I wrote a poem on this subject called HARMONY I . But this poem beats mine "all to hell ." I just love it . God bless you Jerry , from all the Ruths yet unborn . -------------- Greenwolfe 1962

Linda Ori
No matter what others see, there's always a beauty living deep within every woman. We all need our fantasies to get us through the rough spots. (Love your kitty, Jer. Reminds me of one I used to have named 'Reefer' (??)

Alison Cassidy
There are very few men who can 'see' the world through a woman's eyes. You have that gift my love - which is one of the reasons I love you so. A hauntingly beautiful poem about a lumpy girl's dreams. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

nhorlandi
Oh poor Ruth, you should have take her out to keep her away from her phantom

Karin Anderson
So heartfelt Jerry and cruel jibes at their very worst! 'fat arse and thunder thighs' hits where it hurts most! I just look at your cat having tickles on the neck above me, and will not think about this poor little girl anymore (I hope).