The Swain Gets All Mushy

Of what use is the swan which glides so regally
Across the pond when I've obtained an
Afternoon upon the bank with you?
How pleasant are the songbirds' sounds?
They aren't. They're mediocre, barely
Better than those of the jays when you
Are whispering to me. What flower's
Odor can compete with your delightful
Fragrance? What confection could
Seem more appealing than your
Soft red lips? The world fades,
Becoming nothing but boring backdrop
Now that I've obtained an afternoon
Within it next to you.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-09-12 at 14:10

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