She isn’t mine
She wasn’t born to me
She’s never betrothed me
Or sat long with me
Or held my hand
In the palm of her soul
She hasn’t kissed me
Or held me late at night
Nor deeply shared
Or deeply cared
She hasn’t phoned me
Or mentioned me longingly
She’s never sang to me
Or cleansed herself for me
She’s never prepared for me
Nor cooked for me
She’s not signed a letter to me
Nor wished for me
She’s never looked me over
Or looked deeply into my eyes
She hasn’t witnessed me
She’s never said goodbye to me
But I still know her
And she makes me smile.
Tag: mine
Please Me So (day 767)
Fair maiden there with eyes so clear
Tell a lost soul what bringeth thee near
Is it wild wars off over yonder
Beyond wild seas, a long lasting wander
Or has this land been the land of your fathers
This same land we walk on here a bit farther
For before my own eyes, a twinkling star
In all of mine travelling, yonder afar
I’ve come upon no fairer
I’ve met none more pretty
Then you, my fair lady of the fine woven silks
Your hair of such golden
As would make the Jews bolden
Your eyes of such clarity
Like a fine northern summer sky
Your features so pleasant
I’ve come to the present;
My fair lady before me,
Please me so with thy name