This poem's almost a story idea, for me, but one that has been written since the dawning of Shakespeare’s Ro & Ju, and I do not wish to write it again. A simple poem did it for me, in meaning, with purpose. The heroine in this poem is stubborn, and so heartbroken (yet still in love).
I shall
not help it.
Whether or not it is
fair and true
for me to love you,
I can find not one snap
of doubt in my mind.
My blues
lock to you,
skimming past your face,
out of place
are the feelings
I have for you too.
As you skim this room,
you flash your smile.
I sit for a while,
envy ridden,
watching the fine
girl sip my wine
by your side.
That beautiful side
I used to rest near,
to tickle your neck,
and breathe in your ear,
-- now has hanging upon it
a siren so clear-ly
weaving her song
to pull you away.
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
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