The
Wrongun.
Define
for me, heart,
what
is right ?
You
know, you feel it too,
the
stir of passions coming.
A
summer romping in the hay,
a
winter skiing every day,
an
autumn walked hand in hand,
the
spring bring life into my land.
Define
for me, mind,
what's
the wrongun ?
You
see the reasons, as do I,
what
fate awaits my wanting.
The
summers torrid sexual heat,
a
cabin, a fire, wintertime complete,
the
autumn storing up our love,
for
springtime freshness pure white dove.
Define
for me, heart,
is
it not right ?
To
be with the one we love,
despite
the obstacles of timing.
For
summer to smile upon me,
and
winter bring joy that we'd see,
for
the autumns love continues to be,
where
the spring in my heart sets free.
Define
for me, soul,
could
she be the wrongun ?
When
everything about her be right,
be
everything I'd ever believed of love.
Where
our summers be full of light,
and
winter dreams fulfilled every night,
sharing
the autumns of years to arrive,
where
spring passion brought me alive.
M x
This post so reminds me of C. Marlowe's, The Passionate Shepherd to His Love that begins... I'm sure you know it and maybe it's time to enjoy it again.
ReplyDelete"Come live with me and be my Love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dale and field,
And all the craggy mountains yield."
Yes, and Spring is almost Here!
As always I welcome your thoughts dear friend from Astorga.
ReplyDeleteI was not familiar with this poet but shall definitely read it soon.
Thank you for all your kind word too.
Hugs for you and your family....
P.W. x