David Lewis Paget
David Lewis Paget Poems
|921.||Why Does My Faith...||10/23/2007|
|925.||Woman In Black||11/4/2012|
|926.||Woman In Child||9/18/2005|
|927.||Woman Of Stone||3/15/2012|
|930.||Would He Even Know Me Now?||3/4/2008|
|937.||You Can'T Come In!||7/17/2014|
|938.||You Can'T Go Out Today!||10/4/2013|
|939.||You Were Only Talking...||2/22/2008|
|940.||You'Ve Got Magic!||4/30/2009|
Her hair was as black as a starling's tail,
Her cheeks as pale as a swan,
Her eyes, like two slim moonstones, glowed
And her mouth was the Holy Grail.
She'd played in the dirt of the village street
So long ago, so long...
She'd swum in the pools of the mountain stream,
But now, that girl had gone.
While I still rise with the early bird
To tend to my father's fields,
As the only son of an only son
I watched the woman leave.
She cried sweet tears as she said farewell
And vowed to come back, and soon,
But the village streets of a western ...
She Loves Me Not...
He was one of the cognoscenti,
She was one of the ‘up-for-sale’,
I knew that I shouldn’t fall for her
That she’d more than likely bale,
But she came to me as a short-stop
On the way to a better deal,
She wouldn’t have even thought of,
(When she dumped me) , how I’d feel.