An English Love

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
English values from a forgotten era.Love from an English gentlemans point of view.

Submitted: February 16, 2012

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Submitted: February 16, 2012



Not a rose, or a lily,

But a buttercup

Languishing in a field of gold,

In some English meadow

Waiting to give herself to him.


That boy with the impetuous smile

And the eyes of Perseus,

That hides a spirit more

Delicate than any poet’s heart.

But not from her,


Like the chalk streams of England, giving birth to the May fly

Every day is our love, our lifetime,

I celebrate the nightingale, and the wren,

For their song is our song,

Our home, this England, this love,


This place where the swallows fly their dance of love,

And where the pheasants strut in all their majesty

My words I gladly share with them


Kept safe, among the fields of gold,

Safe in our English meadow,

Intoxicated by natures glory


For your love gives meaning to my existence

Makes me more, than I am meant to be

And my poem of love I give to you.


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