My Burgeoning Lady Fair

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    My Burgeoning Lady Fair

    My love beckons me when she is cold
    She once told me that I am too old
    She has an ex-boyfriend I understand that still wants to be her man
    Friends she has a lot unlike me for I am hot

    He never treated her right
    He wouldn’t walk with her by moonlight
    He wouldn’t rub her beautiful sore feet
    He wouldn’t take her on a Jamaican retreat

    She is my empress and my days highlight
    A goddess supreme in twilight
    With her I’m lifted to higher heights
    Illuminated she is by red, yellow, and green spot lights

    Experience with me things she has never before
    She is the gift that makes your heart soar
    Let’s stand together in a downpour
    The world is our to explore
    But as last I am told that I’m just too old

    She still call’s me now and then
    Things won’t change but then again
    The past she no longer will defend
    Her heart never given it’s just to lend

    I love my precious unfledged friend
    I will love her till my days end
    She is so warm, gentle, and kind
    A love like mine only once she will find

    Down lover’s lane we could stroll
    With you I get totally out of control
    Age is just a number I was once told
    And yet I am told that I am just too old
    I don't know why I love her so

    She is all in life that I ever wanted
    By her sweet fragrances I am hunted
    I want to never let her out of my sight
    I want to love, kiss, and hold her tight

    When she is down she bellows to be consoled
    My love hates the chill of winter’s cold
    Behold for she is breath-taking and stunning
    Always on patrol and I her dark knight eagerly pursuing
    Exquisite work of art flawless to perfection
    In love am I with her fair, gorgeous, and ravishing reflection

    My valor I will always uphold
    My true love for her will unfold
    She will never need to ask my why
    To her I will never lie

    She is my queen and I her consort in waiting
    I in her glory will be basking
    I am yours just for the asking
    My love for you is ever lasting

    She is more delicate than a rose
    Does she love me, well I suppose
    For I now the empty nester
    Her majesty’s fool and consummate jester

    I the most eligible bachelor
    She is my rock and I her anchor
    Hearing her voice brings so much joy me
    She is all that I can ever see, my love, my flowering lady

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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