At First

With luck, sufficient time will pass to change
Her from what she is now, the fairy queen,
Who's come, from where? the air? to claim
A vagrant heart, and mind, which fails,
Reduced to mush, will reassert itself.
It will no longer falter, leaving eyes to gape
At loveliness, or bow and scrape before
This regal monarch, who has deigned
To meet me here, to dine, to treat me as if
I am worthy of her (though I'm not),
And she, who I believe I love, will shrink
Somewhat, from queen to common woman,
And, in doing so, enable me to find the strength
To tell her that I wish she wasn't late.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-04-01 at 19:17

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