Sara Russell writes a poem about Matthew
An Encounter With Mr. M.
Sara L. Russell 11/07/07
Some things seem out of reach as cloudless skies, Yet some are not so distant as they seem. Here comes the man with smoky-azure eyes To touch a life and spin another dream.
He stepped out of the television screen To saunter up and greet us with a smile, And suddenly the London streets seemed clean And pigeons danced in Busby Berkley style.
Tongue-tied, we went up for an autograph To hear the velvet voice we all adore, All spellbound to perceive a smile or laugh; Every encounter begs one more encore.
Though casually-attired, he seemed to me As princely as the squire of Pemberley.
Sara L. Russell 11/07/07
Some things seem out of reach as cloudless skies, Yet some are not so distant as they seem. Here comes the man with smoky-azure eyes To touch a life and spin another dream.
He stepped out of the television screen To saunter up and greet us with a smile, And suddenly the London streets seemed clean And pigeons danced in Busby Berkley style.
Tongue-tied, we went up for an autograph To hear the velvet voice we all adore, All spellbound to perceive a smile or laugh; Every encounter begs one more encore.
Though casually-attired, he seemed to me As princely as the squire of Pemberley.
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