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Jemima Wings
dedicated to Elizabeth Jeanne ~~~

I hear the words, she won't declare,
My mind ploys my heart,
She utters not a vowel of love,
Her silence is an art.
I dream of that vertable love,
That taunts the virile mind,
I seem to linger for her love,
But, I espy not a sign.
For, deep inside her stolen heart,
Spread Jemima wings await,
for her preferable man to ride,
For, I was much too late.
I used to be timid of love,
True love, I'd always shun,
But, when I found one, I was late,
The better man had won.

©1999, September by Jonathan T. Weiss