Fare thee well my love, and let us not say
Our time together was for ought than good,
For though the dark of parting's now to come,
The dread is born of memories all fair.
...
In the shade beneath the greenest laurel leaves
Rest your thoughts despondent in despair,
Darkness falls upon the littered forest floor,
Amidst brown needles hide away dull care.
...
There's little of note to say about me, no exciting life style, no great wealth, no dangerous past. I write to order the thoughts flooding my mind, good, bad and in-between.The discipline of formal poetry helps to mitigate distress. Free verse releases pleasure. Sharing unburdens the soul.)
Farewell Bidding
Fare thee well my love, and let us not say
Our time together was for ought than good,
For though the dark of parting's now to come,
The dread is born of memories all fair.
Smiled forth my heart as first I saw you play
Uplifted my spirit as loved one would,
Nor all the world's gold would furnish the sum
To purchase heart's ease thus beyond compare.