Sweet Marouelle, do tell me where you are,
it matters not to me how far,
so long as I should find you there,
as tumbles in the wind your hair.
With you not in my arms I know not how I'll last--
I care not what your sordid past--
but let me hold you close once more,
before you too walk out that door.
My Marouell, don't toy with me this way;
around your finer am I every day--
but never, pray, release me from your hold:
'tis worth far more to me than gold.
Meat me 'neath the trees of Forest Dell,
my sweetest, ever-lovely Marouelle,
and when they come for us my love,
our souls will soar then high above,
for they shall never take me from you, dear--
fret not, for there's no need for fear.
What hopes could they now entertain
of finding us that are not now in vain?
-D.B.
Author notes
No, my friends, this is certainly not personal-- I'm not about to commit double suicide with anyone. Marouelle, as well, is neither a real person nor based on any real person. She is merely an artistic construct developed, name and all, by my innter Romantic. I have been asked by several if the name Marouelle comes from French. No, it comes from Daniel-- that is to say, I totally invented the name Marouelle. Yes, for those few who have read it, Marouelle is also the name of the girl in my poem "Phinnĉus and Marouelle". I use the name extremely often in my poetry, simply because I find the name to be pretty, and she essentially represents any sort of feminine character in your standard Romantic story or poem, at least to me. 
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Awww, I remember these Marouelle poems
I liked them a lot, and I liked how in this one you show how much this man would do for her. Just one thing, you spelled Marouelle wrong in the third paragrah XD Just thought I should point that out
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