To Elaine Poem by David McLansky

To Elaine

Rating: 5.0


Chasten me not
With disapproving sighs
For love’s sung words
To other eyes;
Chide me not
For my declension
Of loves misdeeds:
‘Er comprehension;
For these were
Of a school boys tongue,
Rote memory for
What was to come;
Prefiguring you
In sacred quest
Foresadowing you
And your white breasts;
Praises that merely
Practiced and rehearsed
To sing the merit
Of thy worth,
The anticipate, the ill-surmised,
Of you my beauty.
My distant prize.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
On Reading my Poetry Book to my True Love
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Elaine Sept 15 November 2017

How ever could I have missed this? Brings me a smile... as always a pleasure to read.

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