Shelly's Poetry for Monday, June 09, 2008

Monday, June 9, 2008

My Sailor (a lament in Villanelle form)

At first light, my love departs, I shall forever pine. How I desire for him to love me more than forlorn lady sea-- such sway! I shall keep thee near to me til the sun doth shine. I know of her raging beauty, her lips a salty brine. She never lets her lover go. Why can’t she see my agony-- my weigh?... Sign in to see full entry.

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