A Jealous Bard
Flowers, in the vase, by the window, let me know
He had come by again with loving feelings to show
Did he whisper sweet nothings in your ear this time?
Did he read you poetry or can he even rhyme?
Realize, those flowers you place there to let me know
Will one day whither, and be gone even though
I keep on coming back in hopes you will see
This love that I have is this poet’s misery.
The pain you inflict, showing flowers for all to see
Others know the pain, what you do now to me.
Fret not, oh dear loved one, for I will return
In hopes of reading my words, again you to yearn.
Let me be the bard of your days, lover of nights
Let me speak softly in your ear, hold you tight.
Let me quote the many poets from before our time
Reciting love’s sweet nothings penned in my own rhymes.
Cast him out, the one who comes to steal your heart away.
Throw the flowers to the floor, giving me chances today.
When I knock, with my flowers and a poem there for you
Let me know you love me and do those things you do.
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