I dreamed I was Titania
And you were Oberon
And in our green lace bower
We would stay both safe and warm
Your arms were strong and constant
Your eyes were clear and wise
It never dawned on me that this
Would change as time went by
That woodbine boughs would weaken
That nodding violets die
That musk roses and eglantine
Would wither on the vine
Our bower now is skeletal
The dew drops have grown dry
And death is reaching out to you
Before my very eyes
But more fool he if he believes
That this could ever be
For I will wheedle him until
He take both you and me
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Author:
Lorna (
Offline) - Published: June 12th, 2018 05:29
- Category: Love
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Comments6
Read like magic. I loved it.
A first class emotive write Lorna - - those rhyming lines are perfectly thought out and the final stanza brought tears to my eyes. A favourite with me for sure.
A fine write Lorna. My poems bring tears to people's eyes too - mainly when I sing them! hehee.
What can one say BRAVO!!! ww
Lorna,
This is an exceptional write!
So beautiful to read!
That Titania and Oberon
are something else!
Joining my man in the afterlife...
If I can take His hand,
I will not fear the Reaper.
If the...
āSeasons donāt fear the Reaper
Nor the wind, the sun or the rainā...
then neither shall I!
Great choice of song to accentuate your poem! I have a feeling you can wheedle him till you accomplish your mission!
I enjoyed this very much...
poem, song, and message!
Kudos!!!
~Laura~
Naah...
Itās my Muse acting up again!
Night my friend š“
Very good emotive write Lorna, that love will go on to eternity.
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