He gaze upon himself utterly; not knowing, not knowing. Should he ponder or sunder; but his words not flowing, but his words not flowing.
Weary Lad By: Adam M. Snow
He gaze upon himself utterly; not knowing, not knowing. Should he ponder or sunder; but his words not flowing, but his words not flowing. His thoughts a damsel, not quite a lady His heart is young, his mind is shady. But this gal he lust but lest he dream, The gal he long the more she gleams. He sought her again, once again And once again, his heart speaks of her. He gaze upon himself utterly; not knowing, not knowing. Should he ponder or sunder; but his words not flowing, but his words not flowing. He quiver with fear as she draws near; This young lad's love is all he had. Despair follows in the quake of his steps, He waits for her with every pep. He speaks only of her but dreams of her forever. Surely these two souls are destined to be, But he remains alone in the far distant sea.
I love this, such a hopeless romantic feeling in this. Love the ending two lines, and of course the rhyming which seems so effortless, such a great flow.
A beautiful poem. I could feel the distance and the desire in this amazing poem. Love can be painful when a sea separate a dream of love and happiness. Great description allow the reader to feel the desire and need. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote
i really like this, but if i may be so bold as to make a suggestion: if you could replace 'gal' with girl, it would give it a more mature and elegant tone. Other than that, lovely work.
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