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  • Writer's pictureThe Damsel


Oh joy of joys! 

Elation that I feel

In my bosom burn

Why were you

So long in coming

To this mistress of yours?

I wanted to write

For the world

For you

And now my joy! 

I can write any and all

But why all this time?

I may be a child

But I am old in heart

A fine polish emerging 

You look at my face

You see youth

But eyes deceive like fools

You touch my heart

And you will find

The age of time

So why did you wait?

Why so long in coming

When I longed for you?

But at last my joy 

You are mine... 

Though not for long

My wisdom knows; 

Tomorrow I will yearn 

For the something I still lack

Yet, there is peace in my soul 

And joy fills my heart

For now at least, 

In this precious moment.

Poem 43 ~ 9/11/2012

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