The White Ship (51) - Poem by David McLansky
She stood there looking sadly-wise
She fought the tears swelled in her eyes
She sighed and softly said to me
Without a trace of coquetry.
“Oh, what beauty has been lost,
What memories to be savored!
Oh, my prudent counting man,
Missed miserly behavior! ”
“You think the heart does not account
In reckoning loves full measure?
I see thy worth so simply writ
As read in love’s rich ledger.”
“Oh, love remove your green-rimmed visor,
Consult your heart as your advisor;
We two were meant to be together
In joint-account as one forever.”
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