Poetry By Me

Oh,My Sweet Marguerite

The old floors creak

As my young eyes peak

As find a way to sneek

Our across the street

To the old green creek

To meet with my dear Marguerite.

See my father never speaks

And my mother is meak,

My brother always drinks

And the maid never thinks.

Me, I never seemed complete,

My heart never did beat

The same way as it does

For sweet Marguerite.

In her red dress with the pleats.

She is quite petite

And her chocolate hair was always neat

Even I'm the summers scorching heat.

Just sitting in her seat,

She never missed a beat.

Oh! How I would go through so many trials

Just to see her wonderful red smile.

Her heels taps the tiles

As she walks down the school house aisles.

I am enchanted by this girl

From her necklace of pearls

To her victory roll curls.

With her perfect set of morals

She would never love this girls.

But oh!

How I was wrong.

She was a rare dish

And on nights like this

I would often risk

Everything I had

Just to hold her small and soft hand.

We often sat

On a small mat of grass

Not worrying if we had trespassed.

But tonight I decided to ask

If she thought this would last.

And the words she spoke

We're so poetics

I thought it was a joke.

She said

" My dear lady,you are my daisy,

You drive my mind crazy,

Oh don't I don't just want you.

I need you baby."

L.O.M

A.N
Gosh, I love this one so much🥹
Thank you all for being so patient
It truly means so much that you take the time to read these. I hope you enjoy these as much as I enjoy writing them. If you have any comment or suggestions be don't hesitate to share them with me❤️

Sincerely,
L.O.M