Oh when her heart beats next to thine
Her heart dost thrill. Yet not her soul.
Thine touch is soft – but is all fine?
Why should she deserve thine all?
The girl who has not much to show;
Though what she has, she gives in whole.
‘You silly girl, I only know
Each day because I see thine love.
Why dost thou fear I’d ever go?
Among the pigeons thou art a dove,
Thou bringst the light to ev’ry morn’.
Thine lips are richest treasure trove.’
Her soul no longer cries forlorn,
Those childish tears no longer shed.
Now brush her hair of golden corn
And lay sweet kisses on her head.
A contest entry
- Juliet's Love Story by Kage-saumas-girl.
900 points, ended December 4, 2008, 9 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - absolutly anything! by nobodys-girl.
527 points, ended December 29, 2008, 81 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Olde Fashioned Love by Titus.
1400 points, ended December 30, 2008, 14 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Happy Birthday! William ShakeSpeare! Hip Hip Horray! by Lanasaur.
400 points, ended June 5, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Having used the olde language to the max, you still haven't over done it, and that is good. There is as much plutonic astonishement in this in as much as there is shyness to forage futher. This is cute as cute can be. This is as young love would have seen it I feel.
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this is just so sweet and beautiful...wow. i absolutly love it. thank you so much for entering my contest and best of luck!
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Omg I LOVED this so much. <3 amazing job!
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thanks so much for the gold!!
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thank you very very much! i'm glad you enjoyed it.
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