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Imagine Imagine, for just a moment It’s nineteenth century England A lady of royal descent And, another wanting her hand In my past life, I have pictured Planting flowers for this woman And this vision, her draw, her allure Drew all the suitors in the land I watched, as they came then left How none ever met approval Mustered nerves; then request Private meeting beyond the wall Beyond the eyes of peering men To talk and walk in the cool trees Only if to her, that wouldn’t offend She said yes, and, seemed so pleased I stopped her under the canopies Taking her soft hands in my own Professed my love and soul’s pleas And, how over time, it had grown I leaned her back upon the tree Slipping hand around her waist Kissing soft and passionately There wasn’t much time to waste That night, alone, in her chambers Away, from the prying eyes They made love, until fire was embers And, lay together, until the sun rise From that moment through eternity This love that started then, remains Forever, bound to her; her to me Our love will live and always sustain J.E.

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