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HER SHY BOY
Snow and rain
Sunlight and shadows
Dreams and pain
Poetic meadows
Love is comforting
After work and toil
Her voice keeps ringing
Easing turmoil
Up on the glacier
With few lonely ones
Hard is the weather
Till the time she comes
With her own predictions
Of how grand it will be
When all these actions
Will give us company
Ere we are too old
When we would enjoy
Carefree and bold
The moments of joy
Her laughter is music
To my eager ears
I wade in time's waves
As she gets romantic
Mysteriously coy
Artfully petite
She is my joy
And I her shy boy.
Loved it
She is my joy
And I her shy boy
Your verses are getting better and catchier. I loved the flow my friend. It eased my pain and that is what good poetry is meant to do.
Lucky woman!
petite you say huh? I should beat her up in your sleep! (I'm just kidding here Sir Poet) never fear your brw (beloved rare woman I just know that is whom you are referring to here) is safe. Anyway, is a lovely poem as always written with such heart and genuine spirit. Write some more though you've been awfully poetically lazy sir! grins. you know who!........ so why type it?
P.S. the best line I believe in this poem is I WADE IN TIME'S WAVES. I just simply loved that. originality is too often so over looked on here as you know.