My Darling Poesy Poem by Bobbie Othigo

Words,
They assemble
And make these lines,
Each prettier than the last,
A spell on you they cast,
I’m enslaved,
Don’t free me
I lack that desire,
Here I want to be lost
Summer till the winter frost,
I’ll find none
More interesting than you,
You carry me with your simplicity,
Revealing so much beauty,
I’ve met many in you,
And loved them too,
To many places I’ve been
When I was bound to you still,
Ah, who will pull me from you!
My darling poesy

(7-10-2011)