Beautiful Girl Yearning Heart

I awoke one cheery summer morn and watched the gentle breeze waft the fields of ripening corn At once I saw the peasant girl off the common through the branches of white cherry blossom hurry along the cinder path up yonder hill to labour long day at the woollen mill. As pretty as a blessed angel as sweet as honey from a bee I an admirer from afar who hast never noticed me. And in my lonely velvet covered poster bed In placental home I idle the hours away so wrapped up in warm repose I dream about her every night and day. How I long to stroke her long hair and nuzzle my weary head at her heaving bustling breast and breath in her ripening alluring womeness. By the old coach house inn a field of purple heady lavender grows a place where the butterflies flirt and dance and on a star filled moonlit night has seen many hastened romance How I long to lay her down and hold her in my gentle loving hands and to the nightingales tune explore the surface of soft ivory illuminated by the moon.. I left a silver heart shaped locket and a note wrapped in a posy upon the path for her to find I watched as she bent down to pick it up and looked around hiding behind the shuttered window blinds. But she be only a lowly peasant girl and I a man of nobility it breaks my love struck heart to know our love can never be. Peter Dome.copyright.2014. Jan.