Perhaps
Perhaps I'll find him
in realities cloak
steadfast with fiery dim
frozen woodland oak
capture my heart
lead with your hand
stricken not to apart
laying in the sand
dusting me off
from past dues paid dearly
pedestal then he'll be toff
as I stand meek merely
speak my name
I chime ever softly
acknowledge me as your dame
my newfound lover courtly
tears now fade upon my brow
smeared not for
laughter stained because of thou
pounding at my door
peace at last
from forlorn threats sincere
harnessed from the past
alas you're drawing near
Perhaps
Copyright © Angela Crabtree | Year Posted 2021
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