And Me...

Hosanah

A/N: I'm doing a Poe, hence the way I titled the poem and its style (so, no funny business) :) . To our frienship!

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Many a time I have pondered upon her countenance,

and have hummed her sweet, enchanting name.

Many a time I have oft wondered,

if my life without her would be the same.

And many times I have concluded it would not.

There's not a life to enjoy lacking my splendid Hosanah.

The morning sun rises in her eyes, and lights soft upon her cheeks,

Roses as blood, her fragrance delights of divine love;

And the braided vines of her Carribbean jungle hair,

dost me entwine in wild fascination.

Birds sing their loveliest songs in her summery wake,

And she, as free-willing as they, take the joy that is hers to take.

There is not a life to enjoy that lacks my kindest Hosanah.

Shall I speak of the crook of her teeth?

Or the fluidity of her gait?

Shall I reminisce of her zeal, in which conversation, she does partake?

I should think I will miss her if she goes,

the way the moon would miss the stars,

My sweetest Hosanah.

A butterfly from the cocoon, her sense is sharp in its beauty;

A rainbow from the rain, her laugh dost change me;

A legend from an endless war, history dost claim her name.

My most adored Hosanah.

I shall cherish the days, when my name she remembers.

I shall protect her fierce, the sparks will become embers.

I should think years from now, I will sing her name,

My most appreciated Hosanah.

There's not a last milky twilight for my eyes,

if she dost not make it so.

A life without my Hosanah... to even think!

I could not! No!