MaureenO
Another Infidel
I must have watched a chick flick before I wrote this one, but I suspect most of us girls will identify with this!
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If I should beg for one day with you,
would I dare to beg you leave with me to
the crystal blue strands of sea at Cancun
and build in the platinum sands our castles?
Should I risk to take your hand in mine
and, clasping it shyly, lead you to the sea ~
a singularly enchanted, aqueous paradise and
and be, all the while, captivated by your beauty?
Would I bathe in your soul’s reflection, deep
in your eyes and lay lovingly in your arms
wth the golden sun as blanket and the clover a bed?
Would you be my world that day?
Would I dare to share the desert with you in
its fullest bloom and majesty and be yours in
the meadow? Would I permit your infusion into
my being, all of my senses and be one with you?
And, in my selfishness, would I beg for this day
wth no remorse or petulance whatsoever in me?
I will never deserve you, Sir, but my first insistence
would give me leave to ask for another and another…
Yet lastly, would I “compare thee to a summer’s day,”
a task left best to the heart and pen of Shakespeare?
Though I be not a Shakespeare, but just a mortal who
breathes these words from a full and purist heart,
Yes.
I would.
If I should beg for one day with you,
would I dare to beg you leave with me to
the crystal blue strands of sea at Cancun
and build in the platinum sands our castles?
Should I risk to take your hand in mine
and, clasping it shyly, lead you to the sea ~
a singularly enchanted, aqueous paradise and
and be, all the while, captivated by your beauty?
Would I bathe in your soul’s reflection, deep
in your eyes and lay lovingly in your arms
wth the golden sun as blanket and the clover a bed?
Would you be my world that day?
Would I dare to share the desert with you in
its fullest bloom and majesty and be yours in
the meadow? Would I permit your infusion into
my being, all of my senses and be one with you?
And, in my selfishness, would I beg for this day
wth no remorse or petulance whatsoever in me?
I will never deserve you, Sir, but my first insistence
would give me leave to ask for another and another…
Yet lastly, would I “compare thee to a summer’s day,”
a task left best to the heart and pen of Shakespeare?
Though I be not a Shakespeare, but just a mortal who
breathes these words from a full and purist heart,
Yes.
I would.
.