Loves Fair Hand. Poem by Cath Harrington
Loves Fair Hand.
Oh come forth, what ye say of loves fair hand,
singing across the waters, dripping like golden sand,
counted in time, to a sweet melody,
each note that passes, in the shade of a tree,
I heard you calling to a song so rare,
mystical creatures dance with feathers in they're hair,
they say his heart is breaking, but this I can not see,
for behind this melancholic verse is a man that loves me.
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