Kevin Michael Bloor

Above the shrouded shady bowers,
the trees that pass their lonely hours
were dear to me. For through their grove
my love and I did one day rove.

And in a sad autumnal hour,
with kisses sweet, my love did shower
this boy: my heart she did inflame!
The music of her lovely name

enchanted me when I was weak,
(for girls with locks sublime and sleek.)
When first I glimpsed this goddess true,
who bore the name of Honeydew,

I fell in love with her so deep.
I dreamed about her in my sleep.
I’d wake, as sweet Aurora rose,
pick up my pen and would compose

a poem, which was just the first.
“I had to write, or I would burst.”
I’d said, when friends of mine inquired.
“The gods themselves have all desired

to hold a goddess shaped like this,
a beauty born bestowing bliss.”
I knew not then her love would fade,
And sorrow'd come to share the shade

below the shrouded shady bowers,
where now I pass the lonely hours,
with grief, to guide me through the grove,
where once my love and I did rove.

  • Author: Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 17th, 2022 11:22
  • Comment from author about the poem: for my darling Honeydew
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 26


  • GypsyLady

    what a lovely and poignant verse! So well written in wonderful form with beautiful meter and flow!

  • Rozina

    So romantic but sad. Lovely poem.

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