Dear mournful Lilly maiden,
wish not thy native hue,
be changed from pale to ebony,
nor to green thy eyes so blue.
And fear not all thy sorrow,
For a change there soon shall be,
When you take my heart sweet captive,
And I fold my arms round thee.
Dear Lady, Melancholy,
Both in darkness and in day,
Constant though thy heart be tortured,
And thy prayers as in vain.
Hold in thy heart this beacon,
Of a future you shall know,
When my arms shall be thy fortress,
And love no longer be thy foe.
Author notes
Written May 21st, 2006 as if my future husband was speaking to me from the days to come, Telling me that he will love me for what I am and not try to change me.
Please tell me what you think
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I am delighted by this beautiful poem and have said so months ago... Today I am taking it to Poetry Planet where it will reside in honor.
Thank you for sharing your bounteous talent. 
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This is as beautiful as a bouquet of roses! lovely
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Strong message ...Delightfully written, Bravo
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That was so sweet. I really enjoyed the lingo written in this one. I miss you girlie! I hope you and your guy are well.
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Ah, you always remind me of Emily Dickinson, although she was shut away in her bedroom and wrote love poems in vain. But your poems are better than hers, anyway, the poor woman. You are a remarkable poet, dear one.
LOVE THIS POEM!
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