Aging Troubadour. for M' lady Tai Chi Italy

sonnet in tetrameter

 

 

Aging Troubadour.

 

I sing sweet songs to serenade

 the beauty on the balcony.

Her fierce duenna has forbade

 the maid to show herself to me.

I hear her trying to persuade

 her to allow a glance at me.

You must keep well back in the shade

 and hide your face most carefully

The lady did as she was bade

The glimpse I saw convincing me.

She had to be the fairest maid

 that my old eyes would ever see.

I think that very probably.

 She was not too impressed with me.

 

Monday, 21 June 2010

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Reviews

[Valentine]

Sad ending..but love is like that at times..O liked the old time feeling your lines gave me in this one..lol and God bless..Valentine