The student Romeo to His Unknown Other
Come with me and be my dove,
And live all pleasure of my love
Gaze upon mountains from indoors.
Those lonely looking high up moors.
Here we will sit upon the finest chairs
Of plastic, wood, perhaps the bed,
Watching others wash their socks
Or laden with their books too much.
In here I can make a seaside of paper
Their tides against the crumbs of sand-
Not only last night’s dinner. A scarf
Of autumn leaves, I will lay before you.
A necklace of shoes littering my room
These are your pearls. The Masses of
Wires are your dresses, and your crown
Colours captured as though pillow bound.
On our walks you will eat ice cream, even
In October, nothing is sweeter. I will pluck
For you, loose change from my pocket, pubs
And pool tables will be your pleasures.
The diamond sparkle for your eye, shall be the
Caviar is nothing compared to your crackers
Perhaps with cheese, made half hourly.
Others will look in awe, at you my Queen-bright-
No doubt taller than me. When May will move
We shall sing each morning, devoting to delight.
Now my dove- live with me and be my love.
Very nice. I've watched you over the past year or more. You've grown, matured in your writing it shows in verse and prose. I can't wait to see to my delight what your future holds.
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