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Courting Maureen Soft as a slipper gliding through the forest lawn's green grass, hushed as a partridge hiding 'til the hunter's hound goes past, you stand, almost a shadow, in the cold gaze of the moon. Your eyes, like fields gone fallow, barely hint of someday, soon. It's been for days, it's been for years, it's been for centuries I've listend to the vesper chant and all the "blessed be's." I've watched you give your time to God, breath to father's home. You plant your feet deep in this sod and swear you'll never roam. Yet if you, but once, would catch my eye or catch my whispered words, you'd see the splendor of the try and hear how love occurs. So wait, Maureen, no longer than it takes a dream to sigh. For sure, sometime in God's great plan, you'll see me passing by. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Mark Andrew Hislop On Date: 2006-02-04 14:36:21
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.66667
Sean
Lovely, easy style here.
I hope Maureen got the message.
I hope you got Maureen.
Mark