Since I have filled up my Writing.com account, I figured I would put these old poems on the blog, so here is the first poem. I wrote this poem last year.
What must I do
to be the object of your affection?
Must I Lie,
Cheat, Steal, Filch, and become a Hell-Raiser?
This is my
perplexity,
For I cannot do
these actions with a true and gentle heart.
You exalt me day-after-day,
I inhale your
fragrant perfume with the morning mist.
As the morning
mist fades into the blue sky,
I envisage your
smiling face,
Like a vestige
of the moon upon my optics.
The whistling
chatter of mother winter,
Reminds me of
your cherishing cackle.
As the chilly October
breeze rustles tumbling leaves around me,
I conceive of
you in my embrace.
As the twinkle
of stars in the night,
You come to me
in deep slumber.
Like an angel
entering my dreams.
But as my eyes whimper in the light of dawn,
I fight to keep
you in my yawns.
Indeed, I adore
you from afar.
By Jefferson Davis
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