Yes she holds it still
A small fragment of my heart
O how I loved her
We met by the sea
I loved her salty kisses
He seaweed garland
How was I to know
That she was Neptune's daughter
A siren to lure me
My eyes are swollen
Salty tears for her alone
Wreckage on the shore
Come again my love
Let us splash in the shallows
And bask on the rocks
Yes she holds it still
A small fragment of my heart
O how I loved her
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She's no good for you, those mermaids!
ReplyDeleteIt is sore when a part of your heart is stolen.. beware mermaids and shepherdesses..
ReplyDeleteYes she holds it still
ReplyDeleteA small fragment of my heart
O how I loved her
love, love, love!
I was so hoping someone would take the word siren in this direction. Happy dance! Thank you, OE. Even though loving her is deadly, it can't be resisted...and is missed if we survive.
ReplyDeletesimilar thoughts. Nicey done.
ReplyDeleteSorry, nicely.
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