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Black Diamond 'Tis only fair, to one I bid adieu; I'm chided by a creed, not bound by will. If love is age, then that love could be you. If age be love, then fountains I must fill. His youthful fall to thine, as time 'gainst time? The devil knows an angel - once was one. I'd rather pluck a flower rich in prime, Than feed a seedling in the rising sun. I've felt your hair of black, 'tis black as coal; Eyes etched with knowledge dark, and passion true. His hair gleams glorious as molten gold; His elfin eyes are innocently blue. How may I make my choice, and how compare? Young love is bright, but black diamonds are rare. |
Additional Notes:
When I say, "fountains I must fill," I am making a general reference to the Fountain of Youth.
This Poem was Critiqued By: Ellen K Lewis On Date: 2012-08-07 12:06:04
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Hello Donna. This is the first of your work I have read. I'm really glad I did! This is a great piece! I love to discover 'hidden' wisdom as I read! I like your title, and the way you brought it through to the end. I did find a distraction tho. At furst you use the word 'you' but later switch to 'his'. I had to ponder as to wheather there were 2 lovers involved. I like the notion that there is only 1 as I think it brings things together. I read it through as if you were only talking about 1 other. Hope thats what you meant!
I really enjoyed this!!
~smiles~~
Ellen