I WAS LOOKING
I Was Looking
I look for another in the book of love
I longed for the poet that singed;
oh golden days of spring let your love sing,
let the old ship seal on sea,
I never found a Poet one like you
Art of love is beautiful but then they
Never seen you out on ship with a love so true
I guess I looked but when I stopped looking
there you stood...
Helpless I stood among those awful cages;
you my love delivered me from injury;
You gave your self to me so patiently,
the fallen roses is me out on sea with thee,
the old moon rushed along the sky
beating it's beauty like it was heaven to the eyes
Love is on our side when I was no longer looking.
Poetic Lilly J. Emery (c)
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