My flight of fancy
Will never mist
As doth the world seem big
And meets no-one with a gaze
that falls so pretty
as your face.
Seemingly you spoke of me,
Rumours be told
The truths of men are fickle and believed in fists if bold
I shall say no word of this
and undone my heart
will seek thee
and search the plains, wade rivers for thee
Purposes I have and longing has dragged me after its cause.
Your heart isn't cold
I hear its pounding and feel its weight upon me
I will find you my love
My sweet love
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Happier a little sad.
PoetryThe book title poem, happier a little sad is a reflection of when find that if I am totally carefree, which isn't very often! That I do not get any inspiration for writing poetry. I wrote this poem that explains it. *********************************...
