A Little Fawn Dances Through A Meadow Bare Poem by BEAU GOLDEN

A little fawn prances through a meadow bare
You are captivated and drawn to stare
Little white spots on her pretty brown coat
You're afraid to move your heart in your throat

She is really a woman in all her glory
And thus begins another sad story
She dropped on your vision like a chandelier bright
Waking and startling you from your sleepwalking night

She conquers her day like a little dancer
Like comet or cupid or donner or prancer
the rest of the world finds your paean a bore
As you claim that she is the one you adore
She may never love you but only endure
This poem will tell her your love is pure

Your love is so futile so futile it seems
Her love 'saved' she said for the man of her dreams
This is your story all stories must end
She's stolen your heart you cannot defend
You long to look at the little fawn, to touch her, hear her voice
You have no choice