My Penelope!
O my lovely Penelope,
How comely you are.
Your face radiates
In outstanding essence;
The epitome of elegance!
Your voice, oh, so calm;
Your thoughts, so firm!
It echoes in wisdom.
It beams with emblems
Of hope and optimism!
You are a rare gem!
You are nice
Even when I met you briefly once;
Like the taste of ice
On a parched palate!
I don’t mind a ‘7-year’ service;
You are my choice
And you make my heart rejoice.
You are kind.
Your soothing voice is mild.
You kept my mind
In a spellbind
With the power of your being!
Your person, so hard to find!
O pretty one,
My heart for you is one.
You are the one
For whom my heart aches.
My hand trembles
My feet shakes
In anxious wait and distress!
Please, come to thee,
My love!
(A poem for a lost love; Penelope is a pseudonym.)
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