Lucy
My wishes they be few and farAnd don't concern a far off star
Some are old and some are new
Most of them to do with you
I wish that I a painter be
And paint for all the world to see
Upon my canvas eyes so brown
A hue as soft as eiderdown
Set within a face so clear
It's beauty does my heart ere sear
I have no colours in my well
To paint the ringing of the bell
The peal that only I can hear
Within my heart as she draws near
Or paint like Michelangelo
The dawning of loves first sweet glow
I wish I could a sculptor be
And sculpt like Rodin spirit free
A statue of my one true love
The angel I have named above
But not of stone or wood or steel
For my statue be more ethereal
Her face a beautiful work of art
And in her hands my broken heart
For I in truth now stand alone
My heart to ne'r e're to find a home
Alone bereft in aged years
Awash in salted wasted tears
I wish I could awake each morn
To find beside me your sweet form
My eyes to gaze your face upon
And know your heart to me belongs
Your lips to kiss your eyes now closed
As you lay deep in sweet repose
To see you wake and look at me
To smile to know that I love thee
And that my love be ever true
Reflecting in my eyes of blue
All that I feel and am and know
Since first this love began to grow..
Brendan.
Poetry by Brendan Finbarr Tully
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Written on 2006-03-02 at 14:44
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