I Met Him In A Dry July

I met him in a dry July
Beside a patch of flowers,
He did name them all for me
As time lent us her hours.

We chanced again in late October
When my cheeks did blush,
He did ask me for my hand,
My heart, betrothed, kept hush.

He kissed me in an ardent March
And after the embrace,
I did tell him my untruths,--
He left me in disgrace.

I married in a humid June,
My heart could not be bound,
My heart was in a dry July,--
Buried 'neath the ground.








Poetry by ardent.March
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Written on 2007-03-21 at 01:32

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samih
such a moving text...have liked it so much...
2007-03-21


Individuality
you can tell here you are influenced by emily's poetry, a sad piece, sometimes the way life proceeds is cruel.
2007-03-21


katiiieanne
Sorry if my questions are too personal. Is this a true story?
2007-03-21