Poetry By
Shel Bockman
Published on: 5/23/2012
Love's Labour's Lost: A Poetic Moment
As night birds sing their evening Songs, I remember turning to you While saying those most outrageous Of lines: "Did I not dance with you At Brabant once?" And with those Words well spoken, you let your Mask slip away revealing for the first Time, my Lady, your blue eyes and Deceptive smile, and at that moment I knew that we would meet again And again on that splendid stage And in sonnets most true.
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