She stands serene by stream that flows
She sparkles like the frost and snows
On silver, shining, starlit night
She sheds a strange and eerie light
She whispers through the trembling trees
And breathes on me a balmy breeze
Then starts to sing the sweetest song
Of love I lost - for which I long
The love of one who was my life
That girl, who should have been my wife
She wakes, with sweet Aurora’s dawn
And dances on the dew-kissed lawn:
My one and only heart’s desire
Forbidden love of first love’s fire
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 10th, 2018 03:32
- Comment from author about the poem: my feeble attempt at a love sonnet - for Lorraine
- Category: Love
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Your 'feeble attempt' has come out very well.
Wow! Great poem.
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