To a Siren
You enchanted
With the things you wrote
Your words
Held me like a Siren’s song
And drew me into love
With you sight yet unseen
Until
When I had lost my meagre strength of will
You showed me who you were
So lavished on me
all but all of you
it would have been ungracious to try to claim the rest
That failure then was mine
And only mine
A poor thing all my own.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
