There once was a maiden of a place who ruled time and space she lived in a castle near the sea waiting for me to be free when i get to her i already know by the way she wears her clothes its time to dance the night away until the next day her looks are flawless as can be whiles waits and waits for me i will come someday maybe in the month of may until then take this kiss to forever hold even when you are old never giving it away or letting it go astray i only want the girl with the golden hair for she is fair.
A refined poetic imagination, John D. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A free flight of creativity on winged imagination. An interesting story written with clarity of thought and mind. Thanks for sharing, Perry.