The Lady Suffers
The Lady Suffers
What of the slow falling of morning dew
rain that sets a cold shiver upon you
A sky that dances to yet mock anew
goodness and gentleness surely your due!
Can earth dare to ever this one reproach
promises of your sure sweetened approach
Pretty maiden of your innocent ways
sends joy into glorious summer days!
What of wind that so evilly blows
away all sacred words that you compose
Dares wickedly ruin your pretty hair
disrupt loving mood of my lady fair!
Nay, Nature careless , so very cruel
made up of harsh acts that so rashly rule!
Robert J. Lindley, 08-24-2014
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014
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