You came with songs of love’s gifts to bestow
Bewitching me with soothing siren song
As whispering winds over ripe corn blow,
Charming me with songs you have sung so long.
In your love’s rhythm it seemed I belong,
As Aphrodite’s messenger you came,
Calling with the euphony of your song,
Swift I came when I heard you call my name.
Obsessed by your symphonies I became,
On shifting breeze, too readily deceived,
On your enticing words I made my claim
Binding me by the threads of love you weave.
Leaving me with unfulfilled passion’s pangs,
Misled by obsession for songs you sang.
Copyright © Barry Stebbings | Year Posted 2020
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