Wendy's Thimble - Poem by Kenneth Cabauatan
Wendy, Wendy, she gave me a thimble;
She held my world and made it crumble.
The tender orb's icy sheathing starts to melt,
thawed by the enigma's hearth it felt.
The thimble she gave, it dawned upon me;
makes me wonder will she not, or will she be.
Is she the raison d'etre I've long been searching for?
Though one thing's for certain, her thimble, I'm yearning for more.
Her fairness, her beauty, there's more from within.
Surpassing even the cherubic vessel she's in.
Ethereal Perfume, she draws me near;
in the sonorous silence; two hearts twained dear.
She made me, no longer the rougish Peter Pan;
Her thimble transfixed me into a man.
She took me out from Neverland's imbecile bliss;
But for you to see, Wendy's thimble is her secret kiss.
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