Damsel, one summer eve, did I desire,
Thy red, coquettish lips and sparkly eyes
To kiss and pierce my heart with burning fire,
And quench my thirsty lust till my demise;
But maiden, since thee didst not love me true
Thy lowly humble servant for thine heart;
Won’t thy please make exception, not construe
These words, lest certain thy wish I depart.
Though summer fades to autumn’s fiery hues
And winter’s shroud of dazzling snowy gems
Succumbs to spring’s torrent of rave reviews
While Nature, her glorious stratagems
Cannot diminish beauty such as thine;
Which truly, in my heart, I held divine.
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Len Sherman
I'm a published author/artist but tend to think of myself as a doodler\dabbler. I've sailed the NW Passage & wrote & illustrated a book, ARCTIC ODYSSEY. Currently, I live on 50 semi wilderness acres & see lots of wild critters in the yard.
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