How he would live the songs he wrote for her
And she would sing his words without dispute.
How he, his heart and soul they did concur,
Believing she a diva of repute.
And who would doubt, he did not love her so,
A songstress born to sing, a voice divine,
And he with quill and ink in candle glow,
Composing her in airs of valentine.
And she to be the singer of the song,
And he to be the author of her voice.
Each word of love, in love where they belong,
Burn late the light, he’d toil and then rejoice.
How he, in verse and rhyme, in love insist,
Though she, sang not a word, did not exist.
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Author:
Tony Grannell (
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Your page is such a welcome addition to this site dear Tony, your inspiring rhyme your themes and your beautiful language is so inspiring. 🌹 Love this ever so romantic and one of my favourite types of poems to read. 🌹
Hello, Teddy,
Delighted you enjoyed this one and your words are lovely and for that I do thank you ever so much, my friend.
Wishing you much happiness,
Tony.
It is the last two lines Tony that make this poem for they tell the tale of many a poet, song writer and common man that their ideal love exists only in fantasy. Well done my friend
Hello, Soren,
Loneliness can fire the imagination, to be in love with an illusion, sad really. As now and always your words are valued and very much appreciated.
Fond regards,
Tony.
Most welcome Tony
The last three lines were such a Sucker Punch. I've always liked Poems based on Unrequited Love. But this goes a Stage Further.
A Well Written Piece.
Hello, Kevin,
Thank you very much for your fine reply, kind of you indeed.
Wishing you much happiness,
Tony.
And Happiness to you too.
The flow and the connection. A triumph, dear Tony 👍🏻🕊️
Hello, arqios,
Your lovely response is very much appreciated, truly. Very kind of you.
Wishing you all the best,
Tony.
Oh, Tony! You had me completely fooled! LOL! I was expecting a romantic ending, and instead you gave me a rather lonely fellow with one hell of an imagination. Loved this one, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Hello, Tristan,
An ending like that, is what we call, a kick in the arse finish. Delighted you loved it.
You are in fine fettle, I trust,
Tony.
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