Take My Gay

This poem, Take My Gay, pictures a lover pleading to his apparently grieving lady to reciprocate his love.

Why art thou so somber.,
Why linger in thy crib?

Is my plea what,within, you ponder?
Hope you hide not to weep?

See! Mary has found her lover,
Clara and the cowboy, who grazes down the steep,
Will ally in arriving summer.
Time fleets and awaits for no one,
So, come forth and spell thine wish.
If Echo could last in absence of Narcissus,
I will expire if it be me., so be my missus!

I will be waiting here:
Before your door of oak
Till my words subdue thine ears
And thine soul, with care is soaked.

Mayhap, thine heart is broken,
Like a jar let go to become bits.
No dime was pledged., not a token.
No judge could press thine suit.
Say me thy side of story.,
Then, mute the dirge and sip my merry.
When peace possess thee wholly,
"Lead me to thou heart", I beseech.

I will be waiting in the field
Beneath the vacant shield of heaven
Come sunshine., Come falling mist
I will abide till you appear.,
Either by sympathy or sprouting care!

Reviews

[Fran Marie]

A beautiful piece of poectic expression within the lines of this lovely poem...deep emotions spilling forth ..like the old english ..has a Shakespeare feel to it...well done..

[Uche Paul]

I'm so happy that you are pleased with this poetic piece. Thank you a million please!

[Krizito]

Those last 3 lines screamed beauty. Some parts are a bit cloudy...but I guess that's poetry. Good job!

[Uche Paul]

Really? You feel she came back by sprouting care? Oh! How beautiful, Miss Ibidun., you felt the right feeling. Nonetheless, I've never read your lines ever, but I wish to, for I can hear the true poetry cascading from your "waterfall". Thanks for your comment, sincerity and compliment...

[Ibidun]

I see you have had you own share of ol' time tales (with thines and thous).
I think I feel the pain of the speaker and I for a minute there hoped that she returned out of sprouting care and not sympathy.
Good rhythm, thank you for the poem.