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My Lady

My lady

I see her face so clearly
Complete without a vice
Her every thought is purity
She comes my way yet thrice

Have seen her in a waking dream
Felt her kindness on me fall
Ageless beauty, peaches cream
Her loving me enthrals

No name, as yet unmet, the lady has
But no cause to fret about
Old friend from, fore the dawn of time
I have no never doubt.

Don Johnson

Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2011

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Shannon Deane Date: 11/9/2011 3:42:00 PM Thought I needed some 'Don' reads tonight...thoroughly mysterious...luv shannon Login to Reply

Anita Everhart Date: 11/9/2011 1:36:00 AM Whew! Awesome read, I enjoy these poems Thanks hugs Anita Login to Reply

Russell Sivey Date: 11/6/2011 9:46:00 AM This is a very special write, pure and dynamic, joyous to feel the very words flow into my heart. I love the feel of this write, each and every word imprinted inside of me I hold this poem graciously in me. What a great poem Don, I love it!! Login to Reply

John Smith Date: 11/6/2011 6:17:00 AM Fortunately, as we get older, imagination and reality sort of blend into one. That's a good thing. Hang onto her, she sounds a winner. Login to Reply Don Johnson Date: 11/7/2011 1:24:00 AM Well here in the hall i saw her once, an amourous visitor, very friendly. and at bunnings she stood there with adoration in her eyes, staring, up close to me, i spoke to her said she was Bobby...i was very scruffy on the day and a bit embarassed to be getting the attention from her....at a loss for words really....so i left her standing there? next time will be different.

Tony Lane Date: 11/6/2011 5:18:00 AM If she turns out to be my older sister let me know. I don't have an older sister but ever since I was a little kid I've dreamt of her. I used to ask my mom about her and mom would tell me that she might be out there. Tony Login to Reply Don Johnson Date: 11/7/2011 1:27:00 AM I'll ask f she is your older sis, this pretty little lovely miss, perhaps my madness will bring bliss, when Bobby calls its class dismissed:)