Lin Lane Poet Romanticism

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Wrapped In Finely Spun Silk

Within thou secret heart I dared to peek,
but entry to thee twas not meant to be.
Searching for answers that doth I do seek
No avail, thy heart locked and I no key.

I'd oft pondered what in thee would I find.
Thy love for me, wrapped in finely spun silk?
I pray no tidings of a feckless mind.
Some hindreth fault of your heritage ilk.

If only my treasure you wouldst plunder,
In my virgin garden, you shall n'ere pluck
If thee shall not put my heart asunder
This maid shall be the doe and you her buck.

O! Sweet life, hurry forth thy hands of time.
Shouldst death sing to thee from bird on the wing,
Captured then I shall n'ere put word to rhyme
Tis death shall rob my voice of words to sing.

Wrapped in finely spun silk, love hath no fear
In my verse, we shall e're be young, my dear.

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Tim Smith November 19, 2015 at 4:21 PM Very beautiful and so full of longing to be swept off her feet Lin Lane November 19, 2015 at 4:32 PM Thanks, Tim. She's a bit forward, perhaps, for her time, but she knows she's in love, but is not willing to be some man's toy.

Jan Allison November 19, 2015 at 3:25 PM the imagery and flow of the poem are super Lin - if shorter I could see this as a sonnet:-) hugs Jan xx Jan Allison November 19, 2015 at 3:33 PM LOL:-) hugs Jan xx Lin Lane November 19, 2015 at 3:28 PM hi Jan. It started out to be a sonnet, but I had too much to say lol Thanks for reading.