The perfect beauty of my dear is known
among the fairy queens as their divinely
appointed penury and they loudly moan
my sweet did not obtain her charm benignly
My love, is no fit treasure for a god
A lowly gift I found in waking dreams
of she who twists my life with frown or nod
It’s hidden in my heart with silent screams
My fear is without reason I'm remiss
Her love, I know, is mine I must awake
No warning from self hate no serpent’s hiss
Ill dreams reveal two me’s one real, one fake
I can but trust the keeper of my soul
She’s the trustee of all that keeps me whole
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Author:
George (My real name) (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 30th, 2017 06:31
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is dedicated to my dear wife. We met late in life when love is the sweetest.
- Category: Love
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Comments1
Very good write and loving tribute.
Thank you Goldfinch I really appreciate you comment.
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