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Little Prince

What I like about you is your look of surprise The smattering of sunlight on your white gem face The wistful expression when your heart is in that other place. There is not a single fleck of color in your ink-black eyes Yet in them I see the clearness of the sea, and of a late sunrise. Sincerity so rare, like beams of a lighthouse in starless space I want to paint you in a room full tattered furniture and soiled lace in rags, like a pauper, with only your two lanterns obscuring the guise. Nowadays you want to be tall, broadening and browning in the sun Practicing the haughty smirk, the jaunty gait of their game You can’t quite master it, though with all your might you try But when I caught you unguarded with your pretenses undone; glimpsed the innocence that illuminated when I called your name I realized your pureness of heart no rags could defy.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 11/20/2017 12:00:00 PM
A very fine poem!
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Date: 6/25/2010 7:18:00 AM
Congratulations Grace on your win in A Rambling Poet's contest "Italian Sonnet". Love, Carol
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Date: 6/24/2010 9:37:00 PM
wow, this is a very interesting one to me. Great imagery and a fresh theme. I really like it. Congratulations. LUv, Andrea
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Date: 6/24/2010 3:20:00 PM
Congratulations, Grace, on 7th place, in my Italian Sonnet Contest, with this beautiful poem.. Love Constance
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