Oh, To Love and Sing
By Eadgar Anton Crowe
I found a love with lacy tones
And structured divots on her dulcet bones
Her hair shimmered over ivory skin
And when I touched her pale, she would sing
Oh, she brought me to tears
Again and again I plucked her strings
She tugged my heart and tore my soul
I'd kiss her bones and on she'd go
Songs over the simple truth
A lonely boy in a lonely room
Who played and slaved with love
And gave his life,
His soul to what?
A Piano
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Copyright 2016 Christopher Allen
Published on Sunday, November 14, 2021.
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On Saturday, July 30, 2016, Queazenart
(200) wrote:
By the end of the first stanza I was like "Oh no, another lame woe-is-me love poem about some pasty bimbo", but that fun twist at the end made me smile a big, dumb smile.
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On Saturday, July 30, 2016, NikesRain
(1240) wrote:
i will just say..... stunning