Herbology…
A wonderful poem by a talented writer.
Thyme, Mint, Honey, and Clove
ribbons in her auburn waves
she wove
A daughter of sunlight
framed in brown
would place upon
my head
a flowered crown
And kisses upon
my cheeks
so sweet
My pretentious heart would miss
a beat
Her voice
a song of
Springtime Faire
would bend
my knee
an oath to swear
That I’ll forsake
both country and crown
to feel her touch
of thistle down
Perchance to know
her secrets
deep
and thereby
pledge her love
to keep
Inside my Heart
til death recall
my spirit
or hers
beyond that wall
If she should go
before my light
I’ll dream of Her
every following Night
Thyme, Mint, Honey, and Clove
ribbons in her auburn waves
were wove
Her ghost, I’ll dream
but will never feel
her face
the morning light
shall steal

This is a lovely poem 🙂
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I agree. I had to reblogged this one. A talented writer.
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Yes. Loved the lines. 😊
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