I lay and watched the house martins return to the nests under the eaves of my house in Berkshire a gentle nostalgic love poem in Villanelle form
Set quietly amongst the dead head roses of a month since past
It was then, that my trailed Cinquefoil neglect hit me
For I fell in love on the aftermath of my autumn days
With a princess whose gentle beauty I will ne'er forget
As I lay and watched the martins last night relaxed in my garden chair
But the birds were a little late this year
Turning in tight circles on late July Berkshire skies
It was then, that my trailed Cinquefoil neglect hit me
For in the intervening months of a year
I found in my heart a love that became a friendship
As I lay and watched the martins last night relaxed in my garden chair
Then I knew the love I had, did not die
But instead became a beautiful adoration of a friend
It was then, that my trailed Cinquefoil neglect hit me
And on late the summer cooling breezes
My heart came home with migrant birds and became my secret love
As I lay and watched the martins last night relaxed in my garden chair
It was then, that my trailed Cinquefoil neglect hit me
Poetry by lastromantichero
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Written on 2006-07-25 at 11:00
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And Became A Secret Love by M.A.Meddings
As I lay and watched the martins last night relaxed in my garden chairSet quietly amongst the dead head roses of a month since past
It was then, that my trailed Cinquefoil neglect hit me
For I fell in love on the aftermath of my autumn days
With a princess whose gentle beauty I will ne'er forget
As I lay and watched the martins last night relaxed in my garden chair
But the birds were a little late this year
Turning in tight circles on late July Berkshire skies
It was then, that my trailed Cinquefoil neglect hit me
For in the intervening months of a year
I found in my heart a love that became a friendship
As I lay and watched the martins last night relaxed in my garden chair
Then I knew the love I had, did not die
But instead became a beautiful adoration of a friend
It was then, that my trailed Cinquefoil neglect hit me
And on late the summer cooling breezes
My heart came home with migrant birds and became my secret love
As I lay and watched the martins last night relaxed in my garden chair
It was then, that my trailed Cinquefoil neglect hit me
Poetry by lastromantichero
Read 698 times
Written on 2006-07-25 at 11:00
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