love's Songstress

A poetic lyric

Songstress calling, whisper till twitter.
Come on darling, let me love you.
Dark is cold, night is thus bitter.
Sunrise bitting, loveless morn till noon.
Never eye the pub or light a litter
My arms calling soon will be closing.
Don't rest in her arms nor mind her teasers.
Don't follow the sorcress nor eye the vixen.

I am the sweet taste of the vine.
And they are ale strong and vile
I will be your minstrel. Sweet sound of song.
They will be a noisy banging of drums.
I am springs soft gentle kiss
They are summer, hurting sting.

Author's Note

A love poem.

Reviews

[Chris]

Before I read your own intent (below), I had the flavor of one of a crowd asking their intended to make a choice and select the speaker over all the others surging and drawing the eyes. This one poem reaches toward many of the societal and social "views" held by many speakers and their intendeds. At its end I am hearing -The WHO performing the Rock Opera - "See ME, Feel ME, Touch ME..."

[Amadi Judith]

Thanks a worthy review.

[Amadi Judith]

The object of the writers emotions and affections is a young man. She asks him to stay level headed unlike most men who might have his looks and charm. It is common for many men who think they are handsome to become wastrels. That is move from woman to woman and not be simple in their choices rather dumping one after another. She pleads with him not to be like that but to surrender to her love and find joy with her. She is simple and gentle and not harsh and nagging likebthe other women as she says. She would provide him with the calm he needs and sing to him In her love. A quick sonnet. Read this