Song About Her

A Young Woman Washing Dishes by Camille Pissaro

Her beauty is invisible to untamed view
As that of many maidens be;
Her charm he never knew
Until she smiled on him;
Then he found her diamond eyes,
A jewel of passion, a well of grace!

Alas! Her reply is shy and silent,
To him it is a cold recrimination;
But his secret passion is not misspent
For the secret passion in her bastion;

Her infelicities are even muliebral, more
Than the felicities of other maidens are.

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Stephanie Suh

I write stuff of my interest that does not interest anyone in my blog. No grammarians, no copy editors, no marketers, no cynics are welcome.

5 thoughts on “Song About Her”

      1. Your very welcome! Your poetry is beautifully written. For what it is worth, I am a fan of your writing. ๐Ÿ™‚

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      2. Ah sweetie, no one reads my poetry here. Only my offline friends. But thank you anyway. I gave it a shot, that is what matters most. ๐Ÿ™‚ Love.

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