She sleeps in peace,
A weary frame:
On old door-steps,
All moss-covered.
Her curled body,
In slumber lies-
The damsel lone,
Looking pretty.
She came by dawn,
And now it’s noon;
The sun is hot,
And shade is gone.
Her lover told:
‘We will elope;
Await me love
Near old cottage.’
She waited long;
He did not come;
She does not know
The reason, ‘why? ’
With aching feet,
Hungry stomach,
She found these steps,
To take a nap.
Her nap became
A slumber deep-
Of hope effaced,
And love denied.
Her heart of love
Seems duped again;
She cries unseen,
In reverie!
Her heart’s anguish
Does not know words;
Nevertheless,
She accepts fate.
She must return
To her own home;
For, love has failed
Her, miserably!
May be, she’ll try
Another time;
Her sullen heart
Takes hope again.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-17-2008
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