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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required An English Love by Steven Cooke Not a rose or a lily, But a buttercup. Languishing in a field of gold, In some English meadow. Waiting to give her self to him. That boy with the impetuous smile, And the eyes of Perseus. That hides a spirit, more delicate than any poet’s heart, But not from her, For she is more precious than all the songs of the world, And I am nothing more than an apple. Lost in an orchard of charades and folly. She released me, with her lips, For she is my English Love. Like the chalk streams of England, giving birth to the May fly. Every day is our love, our lifetime, I celebrate the nightingale, and the wren, For their song is our song, Our home, this England, This love, For my English love, my soul quivers, Her glances, our hearts together. Her mouth, her soft voice, her touch, Rivalled only by our meadow, Where we first kissed, Where the swallows flew their dance of love, And where the pheasants strut in all their majesty. Where we shared our poem of Love. Our love, this love, to share a future. To cherish, our hopes, our joy, our dreams, To cherish this Earth, this Life For this is my dream, And I bear my soul to this quest. I do not care for life’s baubles, nor do I crave fame. I am not in ore of Beauty, for it is shallow, A dream, which will haunt the fickle. My love is for you. Kept safe, among the fields of gold, Safe in our English meadow, Waiting for the sun, to seed our love once more. For she makes me more, Than, I am meant to be. And my poem of love I give to you.
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