Before I'd Be Long Gone

Echo faded from this world

And folks knew of her despair.

Upon the hills hear her word(s),

The remnants of her presence fair.

 

By Jove will I perish too

With a sigh and heavy heart?

Is it reserved only rue

To me who is a wretched art?

 

O dearest Madam A! may

The gods lift their naughty game.

And for me to see that day

That I will be with you fair dame.

Reviews

[Coyote Song]

A very well written poem, excellent rhyming. Your skill shines here. I enjoyed reading this poem a lot.