A Maiden To Her Mirror Comments
He said he loved me! Then he called my hair
Silk threads wherewith sly Cupid strings his bow,
My cheek a rose leaf fallen on new snow;
And swore my round, full throat would bring despair
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Free flow and fantastic words... When this full throat shall wattle fold on fold, Like some ripe peach left drying on a wall, Or like a spent accordion,
.........suppose if love was true then love will stay as warm as ever....
Should be a 'must read' for all new brides. This gal Ella sure had a handle on it.
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7/19/2025 8:36:04 PM # 1.0.0
Another beautiful and engaging poem demonstrating love of the kind that greets and absconds. For will love grow cold indeed.