A Third Poem
The gallant bard strolled into town
His wicked smile would wear no frown
No cares or woes to call his own
As he aired his dulcet tones
The fair lass quested far and near
Seeking knowledge without a fear
Her graceful beauty only matched
By wit and charms of moonlight hatched
A kindred spirit saw he there
And quickly wrote a verse to share
Romantic notions filled his songs
Yet rarely to the bard belonged
She received his verse with glowing smile
And yet she feared was naught but guile
Another poem failed to banish
A reputation that bards quick vanish
Flowers and gifts he sought for her
To see again her eyes a flutter
Drinks and smiles he freely gave
To see her smile and gentile wave
Dinner, dancing and a song
Perhaps would prove her fears were wrong
Never before had he been so keen
To write a third – whate’er did it mean?
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(OC Author - Paul Martin)