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She Played the Harp
She played the harp, I fell in love, It was easy don’t you see? I was only six or seven, She was youngish, twenty three. I was sitting with my parents And her concert was in town, Harp and voice reaching to heaven Found me moving further down Softly, softly, how she whispered Come to me, love, come to me, Row to row as I moved forward, Life was just her symphony. Her hands danced chords like angels sing, Voice a warmth that wove its way, Finding me like waves move shoreward, Searching, searching for a bay. All to soon the concert ended, Knew I must be by her side, By the time my mother caught up, Asked my love to be my bride. Other loves have all been less than Hard to follow my first yes Years have passed by at a gallop Still I wait her, I confess. Epilogue: Ladies perhaps found it precious One so young could be a fool Insensitive to lover’s gift Carelessly forgot the rule Love’s gift must be always honored , Details change but sense survive, In Love’s time was left a rift, Precious hearts now less alive. Brian Johnston August 5, 2014
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