If I were a poet
I’d sing you a song -
A song with no end
Of a love with no fail
Of a path we did wind
On this orb we call life.
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If I were a poet,
I’d tell you a tale told long ago
By a bard of days gone by
Of a love pure and well made,
So deep and so firm
In the root of our soul.
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If I were a poet,
I’d know all the cues
To tell you just how fair
I find you to be in all ways.
You are like a rich, red rose,
The like I have not ever seen.
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But I am no poet
Just a mere no fuss sort of gal,
So, here and now, I’ll say it anew:
I’ll love you in this life
I’ll love you in the next, too –
As long as the sun, in the east, will rise.
About the Creator
Cindy Calder
From Charleston SC - "I am still learning." Michelangelo
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Comments (3)
What a lilting lullaby of a poem. A deft touch and entry into the challenge, too.
It seems to me that you are a poet. Well done
Rather sweet... ;)