This silly thing, my true desire
A prayer of hope; a gift of love
Spoken from a heart held afire
Or high aloft, a fearless dove
She has not found, nor suspected
This silly thing, my true desire
I’ve kept it hidden, protected
As with no one else I conspire
She sings to flute and gentle lyre
Sweet verses for my ears alone
This silly thing, my true desire
In faith, allowing me atone
I will, a kiss from her attend
Then light my wish upon her pyre
And pray she will then understand
This silly thing, my true desire
Author notes
PROMPT:
"As I sit in silence
wishing, watching, waiting.
I kiss the girl attached to those eyes."
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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ohhh...ahhh...love it
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Very sweet. Made me smile.
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