My heart is like a singing bird,
Whose nest is water shoot;
My heart is like an apple tree
Whose boughs are bent with thickest fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell,
That paddles in a halcyon sea -
My heart is gladder than all these,
Because my love is come to me.
Raise me a dais of silk and down,
Hang it with vair an purple dyes,
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys,
Because the birthday of my life,
Is come my love is come to me.
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My Poem Book
PoetryA bunch of poems that I felt like posting. Some sad and some will be happy. Just take it word per word as I wrote them. This story will not be complete in any way until I think that there are enough inside for me to make a second book. Until then ha...
