My Anabelle Lee

your words reverberated within me,

a music never heard before

I knew Lemon Balm was between us,

And something was not left unsaid,

My soul’s silver thread

Between your golden strands,

Between all distance and time

It was tied and fit us,

These perfect words and haunting melodies

And it was a very soft sun that dawned

In our honey dewed, saccharine wake.

You always have been my Anabelle Lee

Always until time forgets

And begins anew,

With your purple and blue visions of mystery

And sweet dreams of love and freedom.

You’ll always be my Anabelle Lee,

And I, your

Penning author,

Trying to find the exact words and name to explain

Why this can feel so

Painful yet beautiful,

Why distance and time is expelled and drained when we read each other’s words

And know exactly what they mean,

Without even either of us having to explain it,

Oh my Anabelle Lee,

Don’t let that

Cold chill go through our silver and gold strands of eternal verse,

As I am the pining lingering Edgar,

“I was a child and she was a child,. In this kingdom by the sea,. But we loved with a love that was more than love—I and my Annabel Lee.”

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These lines are not mine, they are the sole credit of Edgar Allan Poe: I was a child and she was a child,. In this kingdom by the sea,. But we loved with a love that was more than love—I and my Annabel Lee.

All other verses are mine.