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The girl I see, with burnished hair

and smile that lights the room around

with skin all men would say was fair

and youth befitted to the ground

this girl, her heart beats as in two

it bleeds for he that thoughtless left

such was the anguish caused in lieu

that long of joy she’s felt bereft

I see you heart and offer balms

some comfort for thy aching soul

I hope to see thy smiles charms

innocent friendship be’est mine goal

so do not think me odd miss please

that I should say this in reprise

A friend in need should want for naught

that willingly provided by thy hand

might ease their troubles and that pain it brought

and in due course their loyalty demand



seek not thine own-some selfish path

nor that of loving jealousy

but take a road more giving, not of wrath

a path of loving truth and courtesy



such kindness in thy life dost keep thee well

and in the hearts of other lov’d thou’st be

yet of this life should I before this tell

that in its course the kindly trampled be!

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Isis101
03:06 Jun 13 2014

So true...!

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My Lady, the fox-girl for so she is known

has mischief abundant, in her playful way

and smiles, though of late these appear to have flown

and as such I suggest that we both go allay



for with silliness matched and moulded are we

though her silliness differs mine own foolish forbidden

still I’d myself show a fool just that smile to see

and myself dedicate to her laughter and smile



My task is her joy, as a friend it must be

from the hair on her head to her foot so dainty

I am here as her friend and that smile is divine

and I’d help her in anyway, or art that is mine

since man and his arts could not hope to conspire

such beauty or joy as are found in thyself

the light of your voice, of your heart and its fire

and the wonder and delicacy of thy life



you’re strong and still bend

to the storm, so don’t break

for your friends are here support to lend,

give thee comfort, not take

you’re amazing you see and I hope that you do

for there is no bright man who could not desire you

as a friend or as more, so hold this to thy heart

whether hurt,whole or healing

my dear friend thou art

O’er pastures, meadow sweet and blossom blow

the wafting scent like mist upon the wind

and carried hence they care not whence they flow

they mingle, tangle, knot, become entwined

The sun doth grace the sky again with gold

and warm the richened earth with bounty sweet

he cares not whence he shines; on young or old

nor that to him those persons might entreat

The oceans roll, their tides come and they go

they do not worry what the shore is named

nor do they mind from whence their waters flowed

in them this happy balance is maintained

and so my gentle reader trust to luck

that I am here, and I could give a f*ck

Four years, had thee lived,

would have passed of thy life

child of love, un-born, sweet gift

to loving parents, husband and wife



I see thy smile, thy mothers eyes

thy fathers face and quiet charms

Her tinkling laugh humour belies

and any looming doth disarm

A sharpened mind and liquid tongue

two languages both should native be

and skilful hands, with voice in lieu

of parents muses both thou’st see

My child taken e’er thy birth



thou took’st with thee my love, my heart and mirth.

strange it seems, to those who see

that I might come to this

the future dreams of what might be

depart fast as a lovers kiss



I hold no cares for what will come

My heart lies dead with She I had

my love lies bleeding, my soul is dumb

and blind affection drives me mad



Think of me not that I should see

of her in any breathing still

and ache for my missing beauty

that slumbers now, her skin so chill

I am not mad, just loving true

be honoured then, that I might think of you.

To see thy smile is all my heart could wish

its warmth that summer rivals, and its light,

thy sparkling eyes, while playful; kittenish

thy features form a wondrous visage bright



Thy form, its youth and health are telling strong

your vigour showing even while at rest

but in this compliment don’t take me wrong

I cannot fail to see, and in such I make no jest



Thy mind the feature closest to my heart

that keener than a razor hidden is

though kind thy soul, so tender Miss thou art

that talent, thy good nature has not been missed

for here I list what I do see

My Lady dear, when I look upon thee.

Summer heat and winters chill

the seasons spin their wheel about

and whither him they might bear ill

or better, still we’ll wait it out



the baking sun or gleaming snow

the supple spring or autumn crisp

we mortals know on earth below

and to each waning season clasp



Were age or beauty justly wrought

all equal born would truly be

yet man’s complaint counts but for naught

for none are born that truly see

that peace of self and peace at heart

are what we love and long should not depart

I wait here, silent, watchful, calm

that I might know a deep thought

I wait for that which will not come

and that which mayhaps better oughtn’t



The glow of warmth, like to her smile

her eyes a-smoulder ‘neath porcelain lids

her skin of marble polished, forbiddend

as `come to me` her whisper bids



An Aphrodite flesh made she

yet earth-bound consort struck to light

her quiver deep-set pierceth me

and worries, cautions, puts to flight

yet choice was hers, not mine as made

for churlish I would spurn her charms arrayed

I have known love, both fleeting and steadfast

that people have abused or broken clean

and weathered through that windswept stormy blast

with only hope and kindliness to glean

I cannot say I would not choose again

to tread that path love sets before my feet

but nor shall I be blinkered to it rein

with pitfalls, traps and stumbles keen to greet

The ecstasy of Love I still hold dear

the pain, integral, ever was a part

I hold the memories close and ever near

ne’er forgotten, as they’re ever in my heart.

So love is often painful to the heart



and yet so honeyed, softened is the dart.

Age creeps in

it’s subtle poison seeps into each breast

weakening all there-in

that chill and withered seems like unto test



this silent killer rages deep in me

and softens what I once held firm within

in time the pliant speaks more of frailty

the walls crumble and thatching groweth thin



I say this to you young so you may know

that man is mortal, know it in your heart

to age we all succumb, twill make all low

the rich man or the beggar, tells none apart

I speak as one though odd sounds to your ears

But truly, I’ve grow old beyond my years

Might it be, seems hope beyond true grasp

that fate conspires to mend what once it sundered

that fallen fancy might have found to clasp

I find myself bemused, though often I’d wondered



Can dreams be real, or else be this some lie

that once more whole I might myself now be

If future, past or present should I spy

thy hair, thy smile, that once brought joy to me



If ghost thou be’est thou haunt’st my dreams of late

though more angelic to my mind thou seem’st

And gone be care, my earthly cares and hates

Thou sing’st my soul to bliss and so redeem’st

Yet Lady Scarlett I know not the means



I hold you in my arms…….. at least, within my dreams

So gently sleeping ‘neath linen sheets

the blush of youth upon thy cheek

Thy breath be’est warm, thy heart it beats

so close to me mine senses pique



Thy arm coiled gentle ‘neath thy self

thy body warm mine own

Were beauty treasure thou would’st have wealth

Yet innocent and humble art thou known



Strong and vital, soft and yeilding

juxtaposing though they are

Womanhood in all her splendour

that all might know it near or far

sleeping now, bed of feather

pray I this time might last forever