A Lover's Lament

In the ethereal grace of twilight at the court of flowering grove under the radiance of moonlit night, Recall, on my knees I vowed my love cooing like a docile mourning dove. In the soft breeze swaying and dancing the branches of the majestic oak tree rustling their leaves and sweeping the fragrance of sweet shrub free a mood of mystical ecstasy on me. But with mischief in your enticing eyes, On your luscious lips a beguiling smile you escaped from me like lover’s sighs Abandoning me like a foggy haunted isle, Lo! I am woebegone by thy heartless wile. ~Contest: "L" Lament Poetry ~Sponsor: Constance La France. ~08/08/2015 ~English Quintain contest by Francine Roberts.