A virgin's dream (poem) by J. K. Roseline on AuthorsDen

A virgin's dream
by J. K. Roseline → (All Poetry by J. K. Roseline)
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This is the true story of a lady who couldn't quite make the choice of selecting a life partner in life because no one could suit her the way she had dreamt...as she had fallen in love with an image which she visualised.
" Tell me not in mournful numbers Life is but an empty dream" - H W Longfellow A pretty maiden with a tender smile Walk so dainty, but swiftly crossed a mile Innocent and comely,she knew not any man At the tender age of nineteen she betook to betroth Her mother took pride to sing her praises mainly To suitors all who came her way o! so many Some saw her beauty, others her virtue A comely wife she would have made for any Many came knocking at her door for sure Each wished to take her as his lovely wife Together they would life the simple life like any other The regular ups and downs a constant however But destiny was for her to be a virgin and not marry Her good sense did not prevail so she might Make up her mind on that what was then right She chose to differ, so she could never Set her mind to make the choice for a lover ever The knight she had seen only in her dreams early Lean, handsome and spirited he be with hair so curly Gentle his voice and a frame so sturdy Pointed nose, intelligent face, signs of good lineage Came in his armour, swept her off her feet Kept her awake after her dreams, feeling ecstatic and high She dreamt of him all over again wide eyed None of the men gave her so precious a feel Like he that night in her dreams for her to meant But for this classic beauty, many sought her hand Each time she refused, they waited and whined Years went past, her beauty in vain Alas! she couldn’t find herself a match Suitors who flocked now went their way But she hoped the knight of her dreams will one day appear Sober, the ample zeal, slighted her soft fair skin Still delicate her features though The charm of her youth was not to be A shadow of her earlier self now she With a wink in her wide eye, and words wiser she wooed The mind ethereal, youth far moved Heart playfully beating for the knight divine Determined not to move off stage Never a moment, lost in pursuit Like a bottle of matured wine she exudes While women her age at times tangy and sour On the golden jubilee of her birthday year She wonders what she missed in life Heart defying age, Holds forth with endless hope This timeless romantic still waits and waits For the knight of her dreams to come and dance along J K Roseline

Reviewed by Free Spirit

Reviewed on June 21, 2014

Your poem is rhythmic.
I literally read the poem in a sing song tone , as though a wave was created.
The poem certainly shall apply to many and alas!! few break out of it most of the people give in to circumstances.
And I hope ur husband is reading your poems or is he?? With amuse

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on October 22, 2013

You make some very good points through this poem. Thank you. Love and peace,

Regis

Reviewed by Budd Nelson

Reviewed on October 15, 2013

wonderfully done
budd

Reviewed by Amor Sabor

Reviewed on October 14, 2013

What a story this is...however a dream of a suiter sitting tall sometimes never rides up on a white horse ever at all...and the poor girl dreamer who in time turns much older...sleeps through it all and now her heart is much colder. Very well done.

Reviewed by DM Yates (Reader)

What a beautiful poem. A dream, a hope that never ends. I could feel the deep emotion in this work, the searching. Wonderful.

Reviewed by Vivian Dawson

Reviewed on October 13, 2013

Is it wrong to dream?

Nay, I say..after all
some are never meant
to marry..never to
settle for less

Lady Vivian

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on October 12, 2013

When women hold their morals high they often become old maids. Like Rahman Chaudhry whispered to me, after talking to the head of the Bangladesh power company about a potential wife for his son getting his doctorate in the United States, �She's ancient.� That was all he needed to say and all I needed to hear. Raj married a young woman, eighteen, he showed me a picture of when he had seen her, at fourteen. They were married long-distance between West Virginia and England, and then remarried and my home. They have two grown children and have happily married ever since.

Ron

Reviewed by E Phillips

Better poets than me have said it: "Falling in love with love is falling for make believe. Falling in love with love is playing the fool."

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

Setting the bar so high that no one can measure up to it leads to a lonely and unhappy life.