Smitten
Met me a nymph as I laid by a lake
Spoke her to me, earth, did I quake!
Trail of stardust in her noble wake
Fell on me some of her fairy flake
Hers the magic, my heart the stake
Oh, sweet affliction! My darling Jane
Lowly poet be this chap, nary a thane
Would that I were your dashing swain
But my place know I, for disdain I feign
As duke you wed, in me shalt you reign
OluDola2019.
Copyright © Dolapo Lawal | Year Posted 2019
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