Don'T Quit Your Daydream
(This, written from the viewpoint of a young lady missing her beau at war)
When in a moment's sweet repose
I paused in midst of thought and knew
it was this place in time you chose
to stop ... and think upon me too.
Your favorite poem was on my lips
and melodies swept through my mind
until they stopped and softly kissed
the dreams each memory provides.
Then, through a fog of thoughts you strode
and reached as if to beckon me,
"You are the blushed and fragile rose
that in my heart will always be".
With that you smiled and turned away -
in daydreams born another day ...
(in iambic tetrameter)
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