My Love She'D Lent
~ MY LOVE SHE'D LENT ~
I followed her where'er she went
Lured onward by her fragrant scent
She clasped his hand, a handsome gent
How could she know my love she'd lent
I died one thousand deaths inside
Choked back my tears with wounded pride
How long such anguish could I bear
My heart asunder to let tear
The hour had come to make my move
My love for her I had to prove
Unsteady I, and quite unsure
Just how to break the news to her --
My tongue was still despite I tried
'To ask her this: 'Please be my bride.'
~ Iambic Tetrameter ~
December 30, 2019
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