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Best Poems From
GREENWOLFE 1962
(MARCH 23, 1951)
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Cupid
Last night I went out once again
To ply my ancient trade.
I've seldom heard a word of praise
For all the love I've made.
Sometimes I find it oh so hard
To do my joyful task.
I might explain it all quite well,
If those who love would ask.
But few have ever dared to care
How love can go astray.
Most accept their lover's fate
When love just fades away.
So here it is for all to hear,
How love has been till now.
Sometimes I just don't aim so well,
I miss a heart somehow.
I have to hit two hearts at once.
It's timing, don't you see.
And sometimes lovers close their heart.
To all, especially me.
If someone ever gave you love,
I hope you'll give just due;
To me, the one who made it so,
The joy that came to you.
Perhaps you closed your heart that time.
Perhaps I missed the mark.
Perhaps I timed it oh so bad
It only made a spark.
And if you came to love somehow,
And theirs was not the same.
Or even if they turned from you,
Then I'm the one to blame.
Yes, I'm to blame for all crossed love
That came to be so blue.
But please don't curse me oh so much,
I have some feelings too.
I'm sorry for mistakes I've made.
I'd surely take them back.
If only I could give you all
The love in life you lack.
But if you'll give me one more chance.
I'll follow every lead.
And promise to keep at my work
To find the love you need.
And when I do, I'll string my bow,
And line my arrow true.
And then the world will see once more
What Cupid still can do.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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Darling Of The Woodland
She's the darling of the woodland,
And I seek her endlessly.
In the mountains fields and meadows,
Searching every bush and tree.
A forgotten nature's angel
Sent from Heaven's land on high.
Just to charm the modern woodsman
And the birds when passing by.
I see flashes of her image
Just before I turn my head.
When I look, I then see nothing.
Only gold, and green, and red.
With its bright array of flowers
Peeping through its stand of trees,
In what portion of this kingdom
Does she drift on nature's breeze?
While I cherish every moment
In my search for nature's charm,
I have failed to calm her senses
And assuage her quick alarm.
If I find her, I will tell her;
There should be no fear of me.
For I only want to see her
As she is, or wished to be.
Just a darling of the woodland,
And my fairy tale so true.
Giving birth to my illusion;
That she might, by chance, be you.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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Each Wondrous Thing
I wake up each morning
No matter what season, in spring.
For seeing you lie there,
Reminds me of each wondrous thing.
The green in the meadow.
The fragrence of flowers that grow.
The fresh flowing waters.
The soft, gentle breezes that blow.
The songs that the birds sing.
The wonders that nature can do.
Are captured each moment
I spend lying here next to you.
And though every season
Will always change over, it's plain.
We'll know only springtime,
Where our love shall always remain.
And that's as we planned it.
A season for our love to grow.
The seeds of our young love
Turned into the true love we know.
For now, we'll just linger.
Forever, our love in the spring.
As I lay beside you
Reminded, of each wondrous thing.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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Eternally Together
As flowers bloom in springtime
To garland nature's glow,
I know you now remember
Such beauty long ago.
And you must hear the music
Around our favorite song.
Calling back our memories
We've held for oh so long.
For as you might remember
They always came in rhyme,
The links that held together
Our love for all this time.
Our love theme song, 'Forever',
Compelled a warm embrace.
And humming love between us
Charmed both our souls with grace.
A tear-stained love embittered,
Was never ours, and thus;
No rhymes of love concluded
Were ever penned by us.
We parted just like strangers,
Who meet while passing by.
We knew and loved each other,
And neither was a lie.
Foretold by us that springtime,
We'd meet again someday;
Now, having done our duty,
Prediction has its way.
For now, we've come full circle.
It's springtime once again.
I think I hear our love song,
Just as I did back then.
I know you now remember,
A smile is on your face.
A brilliance seen that springtime
That time just can't erase.
So now, by our endeavor,
We'll have our one last fling.
Eternally Together,
Resumed once more in spring.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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