A Fine Young Woman
In the manner of lovers
I embrace the dream.
In the nature of solitude
I cherish your desire.
It is an act without intention,
The cause remote;
And I am in the web of it
With all the others.
A little mad
With all this exotic experience...
Such a fine young woman,
Bemused and unresisting...
And a little mad,
Like the rest of us.
Copyright © Elizabeth Landon-Lane | Year Posted 2012
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