My true love found me griping
Like a groaning, grouchy ghost
When I’d been left an orphan
All alone down by the coast.
My true love did enslave me
With her fatal, flirty eyes,
Seduced me with her singing
And her sultry, sylvan sighs.
My true love drew me to her
Like a spellbound, speechless slave,
Salvationless and stranded
Like a soul she’d have to save.
My true love made me merry
Like a measured mug of mirth,
Delivered me from dreaming;
Put my feet back on the earth.
My true love told me, “truly,
I will never leave your side,”
But I could not believe her,
So the love between us died.
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 30th, 2019 10:12
- Comment from author about the poem: for lovers who have lost love
- Category: Love
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Comments2
The fluidity in this is wonderful. Thank you for sharing this. Great work.
Thank you, Clara, appreciate your feedback and kind comments. 😉
Belief is so important in a relationship, good write.
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