To My Lovely Marguerite
I often saw her in the patterned garden
Tending tenderly small children,
Until their parents came to pick them up.
I was absorbed in her antics as children laughed.
Oh dear Marguerite, how exquisite she looked.
How children prayed their mothers came a little late.
But time played a useful trick on her,
As she once fell and bruised her knees.
Quickly I hurried and with my handkerchief
I cleaned her wound and stopped her bleeding.
I took her to a small quaint café and made her drink.
We became friends quickly and as time passed
I helped her caring for the small urchins
That played a while for they loved her much.
Till one day I proposed and wedded were we.
We chose a cottage that was surrounded
With meadows and trees. And every fine day
That is the path I chose, covered with soft
blades of grass hedged with variegated
late hibiscus, and moonlight filtering through
drooping willow trees. Winding path tilts
up hill, towards a wooden pergola that
glimmers in the darkness, her paradise.
All for my lovely Marguerite.
Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2021
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