The Girl With Dark Hair – Sixty Years Ago

Our love story began here, on Mount Jahorina in Bosnia in March 1958. ❤

He spotted her dark hair

And her chirpy chatter

Among the giggling girls

There was love in the air


He searched on the mountain

Clad in pristine white

Dotted with myriad figures fair

Swaying, swishing downhill fast

Where is she, the girl with dark hair?


There she was one fine day

Right at the top having fun

Resting on her crossed skis

Caressed by the sun


When from her not too far

He addressed her

Hello Miss, don’t you wear a bra?

The cheek, he didn’t get an answer


He pursued his love-struck pursuit

Throwing his bait, a witty remark

Whenever he crossed her elusive path


Until one day at noon

Paradise Valley all white and bare

The swaying figures gone to lunch fast

He waited for her, the girl with dark hair

Knowing she would be the last


Like a princess from a fairy-tale

She came down on a cloud

Descending exactly where he stood quite pale

“You have beautiful green eyes”, he said

And invited her for lunch


They skied together all day

Swishing and swaying down the mountain

Their charmed snowy love fountain


In the evening they danced

And continued to gently sway

While listening to the piano play

“My one and only love”


To this very day this is their song

The song of their winter love affair

When he spotted her

The chirpy girl with dark hair.

My One and Only Love

The very thought of you makes my heart sing
Like an April breeze on the wings of spring,
And you appear in all your splendor,
My one and only love.

The shadows fall and spread their mystic charms
In the hush of night while you’re in my arms.
I feel your lips, so warm and tender,
My one and only love.

The touch of your hand is like heaven,
A heaven that I’ve never known.
The blush on your cheek whenever I speak
Tells me that you are my own.

You fill my eager heart with such desire.
Ev’ry kiss you give sets my soul on fire.
I give myself in sweet surrender,
My one and only love.

Songwriters: Guy B. Wood, Robert Mellin
© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
For non-commercial use only.
Data from: LyricFind


I like Sting’s version of our song.



©Irina Dimitric 2012

About irinadim

Kookaburra sweet, you neither chirp nor tweet. Your laughter is much like mine, my cackle is much like thine. We are two sister souls, one clad in feathers, the other in clothes. ~ Irina ~ I’m a budding blogger. Poetry and photography are my newest passions, living in perfect harmony inspiring each other. I like both free verse and form poetry and am quite proud to let you know that I am the creator of a new form named ‘tercetonine’. Blog Name: Irina's Poetry Corner Blog URL:
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15 Responses to The Girl With Dark Hair – Sixty Years Ago

  1. terramere says:

    love the romance of this 💞

  2. Susan Budig says:

    What a delightful story to read. Caught me by surprise, the mention of unmentionables. 🙂

  3. DG MARYOGA says:

    So sweet and romantic,dear Irina!Gorgeous moments to cherish and put them into a poem 🙂 ❤ xxx

  4. Amazing and romantic! Certainly, a story worth to write about!

  5. Christy B says:

    Oh so romantic! ❤

  6. bernard25 says:

    Bonjour ou Bonsoir mes amies , amis (GENTILLE IRINAS)

    J’aime venir parfumer ton joli blog
    Avec un parfum qui vient du cœur
    Mon plus beau parfum de l’amitié
    Pour embellir notre vie
    Rien de tel que des amies et amis
    Ce parfum qui fait mon bonheur
    Je te l’offre avec mon coeur
    En te souhaitant une excellente journée ou soirée

    Avec un champ de Roses parfumés

    Gros Bisous


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