Angelina’s father
Courteously approached me
At the summer house
And asked me to cease
In my spirited efforts
To pursue his daughter,
The pride of his existence.
“As a friend of your late father, ”
He spoke to me,
“And as a man who was kind to your mother
When the distress of his death
So devastated her,
I ask you to choose any girl
Scattered beneath the stars
Than the one I carried
Upon my shoulders
At carnivals and fairs.”
And it was understood,
My family’s pedigree was insufficient
For the family tree
With lavish roots in Europe
And places of power;
We were the secret enforcers,
The hidden persuaders
With bloody hands.
Her father informed me
He was speaking from a place
Of genuine humility,
Seeking in a civilized manner
His daughter’s best interests.
I did not disagree
Nor was I unsympathetic
With his words;
Every girl would be better
If she was not with the man
She impulsively and passionately
Was drawn toward;
But once you’ve kissed
The soft and sensual mouth
Of the most desirable female,
It is impossible to turn away
For her sake or for your own
Despite the damnable stars of destiny
Or the treacherous cards of fate!
A great piece of writing. This is what poetry should do: universalise experience. And this works so well at that level. The flow of the piece is great and adds something to the pathos of the narration. A thouroughly well worked poem my friend.
The heart wants what the heart wants, class and breeding what are these things to her heart... Andrew 10
Love the opening storyline to this, gives it credibility. Lovely story and I couldn't agree more with the sentiments; once mouths have pressed together - what chance do we have? HG: -) xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hello Uriah Wonderfully written, this piece....thankyou be well... Love, D.