Darling fair, with bright and golden hair,
If you were mortal, I would never know.
A perfect, fallen angel you must be.
So, you heav’nly cherub; please stay true.
For though you often tell me you are mine,
I tend to forget it a lot of the time.
- Author: Ethan ( Offline)
- Published: July 23rd, 2017 09:43
- Comment from author about the poem: I tried to write a sestina, but soon found it was more difficult than I'd initially expected. This is just an amalgamation of stanzas I had written.
- Category: Love
- Views: 30
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Comments3
it worked didn't it? really well I thought also. a calming poem Ethan.
Thank you Kevin
Beautiful! 🙂
Thanks :))))))
OMG THIS IS BEAUTIFUL
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