Where lotus blossoms sleep,
by marshes dank and deep,
my love went down to weep
so long ago.
She’d had to let me leave,
grow old and grey and grieve,
go mad with make believe,
not let me know
that she still cared for me,
though we could never be;
she needed to be free,
so she could grow!
But western waves will rise,
‘neath savage sapphire skies,
and love lost in her eyes,
will always glow.
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 26th, 2022 01:18
- Comment from author about the poem: for Lorraine
- Category: Love
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Comments2
and now she's back
'western waves will rise,
‘neath savage sapphire skies,'
and love, is recaptured
once again
and bursting with pride
in those adoring, eyes
locked on you, and you alone..
(just another beautifully sincere
dedication
thanks for sharing, dear Poet)
that picture, took me to Shakespeare:
'Abraham. Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
Sampson. I do bite my thumb, sir.
Abraham. Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
Sampson. [Aside to GREGORY] Is the law of our side, if I say60
ay?
Gregory. No.
Sampson. No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I
bite my thumb, sir.'
(kinda like
you're biting your thumb
at that Romeo and Juliet ending
others wished for your love)
triumphantly, awesome! lol
Many thanks, LB. I liked the Shakespeare reference.
This is an excellent tribute to your lost love! Wonderful!!!
Thank you, Christina.
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