I sang to love when she was young:
“You are so very fair,
for you are like a faery queen
with moonbeams in her hair.”
I sang to love before she set,
like empire’s sinking sun:
“You’ll always be the maid I miss
now growing up’s begun.
I sang to love with sorrow’s song
when from my side she strayed.
A low lament, on broken strings,
by bitterness betrayed!
I sang to love in twilit grove
when she had turned to dust:
“You’ve made a melancholic man
of me, who’s lost all trust.”
I sang to love the sweetest song
when on my aging brow
she placed her tender, loving lips:
Returned! I knew not how.
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 29th, 2021 08:51
- Comment from author about the poem: for Lorraine
- Category: Love
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Comments4
A nice write Kevin.
Many thanks, O
Lovely words
thank you, yellow rose.
Very good loving words Kevin.
Andy
thank you, Andy.
'A low lament, on broken strings,
my bitterness betrayed.'
this line and that last verse hit home for me, a wonderful read..
I liked your play on a fairy tale theme as well, inclusive of that essential happy ending
it reinforces that surreal element of disbelief your voice conveys
Many thanks. LB.
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