Beautiful Girl Yearning Heart
I awoke one cheery summer morn
and watched the gentle breeze waft the fields of ripening corn
At once I saw the peasant girl off the common
through the branches of white cherry blossom
hurry along the cinder path up yonder hill
to labour long day at the woollen mill.
As pretty as a blessed angel
as sweet as honey from a bee
I an admirer from afar who hast never noticed me.
And in my lonely velvet covered poster bed
In placental home I idle the hours away
so wrapped up in warm repose
I dream about her every night and day.
How I long to stroke her long hair
and nuzzle my weary head at her
heaving bustling breast
and breath in her ripening alluring womeness.
By the old coach house inn
a field of purple heady lavender grows
a place where the butterflies flirt and dance
and on a star filled moonlit night
has seen many hastened romance
How I long to lay her down
and hold her in my gentle loving hands
and to the nightingales tune
explore the surface of soft ivory
illuminated by the moon..
I left a silver heart shaped locket
and a note wrapped in a posy
upon the path for her to find
I watched as she bent down
to pick it up and looked around
hiding behind the shuttered window blinds.
But she be only a lowly peasant girl
and I a man of nobility
it breaks my love struck heart to know
our love can never be.
Peter Dome.copyright.2014. Jan.
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