She plucked a blossom fair to see;
Upon my coat I let her pin it;
And thus we stood beneath the tree
A minute.
She turned her smiling face to me;
I saw a roguish sweetness in it;
I kissed her once;—it took, maybe,
A minute.
The time was paltry, you’ll agree;
It took but little to begin it;
But since my heart has not been free
A minute.
I like this poem very much since the poet's skillful use of concise language beautifully captured in this poem, the essence of this fleeting experience. The poem captures a simple yet powerful moment: a kiss shared between two people. In just a single minute, Amazingly done!
FOUR: Very cleverly done: THE poet's skillful use of concise language beautifully captures the essence of this fleeting experience. CONGRATS! A cleverest worded poem of fleeting moments.5 Stars!
A beautiful poem of love crafted with wit. Brilliant depiction on the power of love.
*** OXYMORON: [[ UNLIKE myself, who is only a moron ]] An oxymoron is a figure of speech that combines two words or phrases with opposite meanings to create a new idea or meaning' bri
I say that 'a roguish sweetness' is (or almost is) an oxymoron ***. Agree? Well, maybe it is better than NO SWEETNESS! ! ? (CONT.)
roguish: ro·guish /ˈrōɡiSH/ adjective 'characteristic of a dishonest or unprincipled person.' (cont.)
A decoration of love promptly repaid by a minute long kiss: and afterwards probably with a loving that'll last a lifetime. A less than a minute good read. read.
The poem was excellent as I started to begin it. Thoroughly amused as I finished, I realized all it took was a minute.