L.A. Matthies

 

Tristen's Poem

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  Marcella,

                           Call me a fool,

                     From the moment I laid eyes upon your sweet face...

                     My life was upended , no chance of replace...

                     How do I describe this perfection before me?

 

                     Eyes like sapphires,

                     Your hair rivals the crowning glory of Godiva,

                     A voice like the song of the Sirens,

                    Your smile brings light to the darkest recesses of a soul...

 

                    The scent of a Woman,

                    You leave me absent all Logic,

                    No trace of my former self,

                    Devoid of self control...

                    

                    I fear to ask if you will have me,

                    As long as silence remains there is always a chance...

 

                    Countless measure is what I would do for your favor,

                    Yet, my tongue is useless,

                    Frozen, stilled by your glance...

 

                    Still hope remains,

                    As I am true to my cause...

                   

                    A man without Love,

                    Is nothing if not Lost...

     

                    End my sweet suffering,

                    But, do not leave me in despair...

 

                    Provide me with a sign,

                    Justify my hope,

                    Hear my plea, Show that you care...

                                                                                        Forever, Tristen