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Zoë

Zoë, how thy rouges blush thee,
On your high castle’s wide dance floor,
So like a bird you dance, you soar,
Sing as dancing suitors brush thee.

How the young men gather, rush thee,
Until their girth seems near a mile,
Enthralled, bemused by all your guile,
Ah, with kisses I would hush thee!

All their hearts besmirch and slush thee,
My faultless princess pure as cream,
Sweet Zoë, we are in a dream,
In my arms now let me crush thee!

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  • Lady Dragonwyck
    May 12
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    ..."Sweet Zoe, we are in a dream".... loved the castle setting and Zoe's charms.

    Lady D


  • Amera gold member
    May 5

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    Aww... loving and warm! This is wonderful in structure and flow. This poem is strong all the way through. Well done!

    Love,
    Amera♥


  • Melodies silver member
    May 5

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    I love this poem that speaks of "thee" so beautifully and somehow reminds me of Poe, although it is not a dark and sad poem at all. The sweet Zoe is honored by you in a wonderful way! How did you make those dots come on top of the "e" in Zoe's name?