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The Men I Meet

The men I meet have faces folded
as delicately as my sash.
But my love, you fill me softly today;
the hours till we meet I must pass.

These men, they come with flowers and gifts.
Their hearts are loving and true.
Their eyes are filled with longing and stars,
but oh, they are not you.

I shall wait for you for eternity,
in snow, in spring, and rain.
I shall wait for your gentle knock at my door,
Shall wait till you come again.

For these men, their faces are not yours,
their hands not soft to touch.
It is only you to whom my heart is true,
only you I love so much.

Written by toniscales

(Lost Girl)

Published 30th Dec 2014

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Re: The Men I Meet

crowfly

- Edited 30th Dec 2014 1:33am

30th Dec 2014 1:05am

"The men I meet have faces folded / As delicately as my sash" is a very delicately surreal opening, as is "Their eyes are filled with longing and stars." They grace and lend additional interest to this reflection on a Victorian lady-in-waiting expressing her devotion and. hopefully, his. And that's a sly little picture you've chosen. This one deserves a bouquet, and a bow.

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toniscales (Lost Girl)

30th Dec 2014 2:23pm

LOL, crow. I love those girly pictures from the 20s, my all-time favorite era. Thanks for your comment. I feel there is something so delightfully morbid about Victorian times, since people loved so consummately back then, not like today I think. I could easily see myself swooning to death in a shadowy room over some dashing gentleman. Ah, I'm such a morbidite romantic.