About the Poem
A poem of longing. Awaiting the return of his love, the poet angst about where she is and longs for her return.
Where Is My Lovely One? |
| by Bernard Kennedy |
| With her smile and swing of neck, back - look as goodbye, steals the evening joytrail. Like a plane in the sky, to holiday, summer away. A clear blue sky in the summer evening. Where does she move and how? When she goes to someone else does she move like that too? or do they see that. It is a lovely thing to fall, fall, fall in love. in love with a girl, enchanted lips of smiles, and happy eyes of light, not even Anthony saw in Cleopatra this shine. Twenty seven kisses, for twenty seven days, of this months meeting, in her arms, empty and emptied. Twenty seven roses for my love. Love, a prism of crystal light a rainbow through a glass refracting colour light, bright. Ah my lovely one, . of twenty seven kisses, of twenty seven roses, and will she think of me? Will she think of me after the perfume waft has faded, and I a shuffling slow breathless and no longer handsome. Will they be pressed twist pages where this poem rests, close to our breast. For love is not foolish, nor do roses fade. |
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Bernard
A really nice poem by my namesake - well done - lets see mor of your work!
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