Snow melts into springs
As a scene reverberates
where is harmony?
Green velvet gown
And ruffled auburn hair
Gaze sleepy and misty
Harmony everywhere...
Daphne ruled my heart
And no season can match
The power which her love
Had over me.
Sombre, wise, quiet
Demure yet so witty
O rapturous melody
Who was called Daphne.
ah but alas I've found
another about the fair damsel
who's memory once intoxicated
thine eyes
'tis a beautiful piece
more cherished
than love's sweet cries
written in gossamer draped
memory
hung upon a wall
separating the beautiful then
from the much later days so terribly
dim
as a brief inoculation
to the pain
that once had free reign
in thine wretchedly trampled heart
what reader could not too wring
such meager dose of joy
from such a tirelessly sought
beloved memory's being
love's faithful servant
I say
come now
rest your heart against
a much fonder love's day................
you know who!........ so why type it?