If I were a wisp in the wind would you notice me?
Like blues reeds in rush, hush my heart be still
For I have come, from afar to honour thee
Wisp and whistling, fair maiden be still thou art my loving quill
My breath and, I am besotted by your beauty hence thine heart
Ebbing beauty in thine eyes is more beautiful then my rose
In heavens pure, my angel upon thine heavenly heart
Be still my thoughts, transfixed and vex thy bow
May my hand gently ebb thy hand, yet firm
But firm and gentle like the wind, in serpent fire
As embers blaze before thine eyes, I yearn
Gently heed my hand, and to know my heart's desire
My need not for a bed, then to weep thine eyes
Among the sombre hew my dear, to ebb upon thine eye!
This poem touched me. It was written in such a way as to remind me of Cosette, the heroine in "Cosette: The Sequel to Les Miserables," which I finished reading last night. Very well done . . .
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