Nordic Queen
Blond Nordic queen whom I would die for; care
not my pulse beats fast ever wanting thee?
Or care desire is more than I can bear
when by chance you at times walk close to me?
Blue eyes that make both knees to shake in hope
that smile from thy angelic face might show.
Perhaps, words may pass; I can’t rightly cope
with silence --- queen set my heart-flame aglow.
Tormenting visage ever burning my
poor hurting soul and captive mind in sleep.
Put name of finis ending my sad cry;
drink I strong poison nevermore to weep?
All seems but useless longing queen’s love nigh;
what better way to make end by last sigh?
Copyright © Alfred Berggren | Year Posted 2017
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