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He Owns the Sun
Her sweetness is the purest kind
Organic, filled with tranquil thought
With beauty far within her mind
Could not be sold, nor love be bought
In calm and confident array
She wins the winds from winter's way
She springs the summer sun to stay
And warms the heart; a better day
She brings to mind a subtle ingenuity;
A lovely gratuity
Who knows her? Who finds her?
A king holds his maid and begs;
Aye, begs! He is poor
As love beats upon his door
In her arms, he who owns all
Owns none
And he who owns none
In her arms, owns the sun
Organic, filled with tranquil thought
With beauty far within her mind
Could not be sold, nor love be bought
In calm and confident array
She wins the winds from winter's way
She springs the summer sun to stay
And warms the heart; a better day
She brings to mind a subtle ingenuity;
A lovely gratuity
Who knows her? Who finds her?
A king holds his maid and begs;
Aye, begs! He is poor
As love beats upon his door
In her arms, he who owns all
Owns none
And he who owns none
In her arms, owns the sun
Published 24th Nov 2018
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29th Nov 2018 4:26am
This is really beautiful, both the epic story and the flowing poetics, really nice..
6th Apr 2019 3:55am
14th Jul 2022 9:22pm
You have such a confident poetic voice, and show a mastery of rhythm and form. You've just made me want to go back to the beginning and study properly... am happily free-form, but some theoretical knowledge to fall back on would be a good thing. Thank you.
