Oh Dear Poem by Elena Goldenberg

Oh dear, I owe you an apology
So sais my personal, very private astrologer
I sure owe you a part of myself
And half of the chores of my house-elf
My matter is here in front of you
And yours is the choice what to do
I do beg your pardon, on virtual knees
For not sharing in time all my honey-bees
Ashamed I am to have told no truths
Although now do they really soothe
My heart is tired and love in hiding
In search for wind and a speedy rider
To drive us all to a peacefull meadow
And shoe away every evil shadow.