+ To Lady Madeline Poem by Jordan Legaspi

To Lady Madeline


You Aare the girl an old friend of mine
Fanny and gay playmate to him James Dean
Acting in your childlike felicity
In a meddle cartoon a Sylvan Deity
Neither temple nor castle pride of the wooden cross
Till now you haunted me farinaceous muse

You are the lass an old friend of mine
So innocent so pure tenderly friend
Each day I’m walking with you near the brook
The eyes of mine ignoring your matured look
To show each day for us the morning rainbow
Burning colors shine in our heart without a clue

You are the lady living next house
Whom my boyhood saw the lady of Paris
So long then trapped wanting for more
Burred never me but the gods you adore
Find the reason to know not for the lady was gone
Wondering I don’t know but she’ll be here soon

You are the woman that I knew before
For seven years at home but still no cure
I saw you then simple yet elegant in nature
Like an ice melting under the sun a sad creature
If Harry Potter can endure holding his magic wand
And make wish to roll back the time

My memories of you oh woman
Flashes back the short hand of time
From the faces I knew from the countryside
The King and Queen were the only game we play
Bah, the woman flees going with Mr. Swine
From north direction far as Houston Island

The Lady of yesterdays I mean
Dream, dream away written in deep sand
A little glance is enough alas the wave so violent
You would know how I wish you in my hand
Even the mirror can’t tell the joker’s card
That somehow you might think of my own scent

My friend met the lass of Lady Madeline
The company in my rugged grass
Spending each venture day by day
That somehow we found the only key
Were locked souls in the absence the lover tortured?
Man after man in Miami or Texas’ they wore

The girl thought me how to play
Horse ridding the deep brown toe’s happy
What I did joy from that old June
Beyond any comprehension I will turn
The sickness to cure of the tender lion
Well they say she will be fine with her own design

Oh, that figure’s of you under the sweet moon
Leaving the chain unbroken next to Marry Malon
No other companion a little one to allure
From the corner of thought you will always bore
Turning into a dream taste for gods dine with
And would say goodbye and forget you till our death