The English Girl Poem by Dean Meredith
The English Girl
She was too beautiful
For any poem
Headed
For where I'd been
And I wanted
Everything about her
Where she'd been
Without me
And we met
Half-way
Believe it or not
For a glimpse
For a fancy
And her truth
And falseness
Trumped mine
Until I
Trumped hers
With all my
Failings
And she was
Finer than fine
And I could not
Possibly spoil that
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5/2/2024 3:31:47 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A very fine poem, finest told and utmost fine to hold. Amazing poem