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Jun 2017
Oh’ so silly my beautiful dyre,
Coveted down by the black sea,
Where poor hungry ravens scratch
Thee near the sea
'Come quick my dyre',
My darling by the black sea

In the meadow I am writing to thee
Dew is my ink invisible to all but thee to see,
‘Come quick my dyre’,
My darling by the black sea ─ I do love thee

The sun’s singing and flowers dance
in Roma circles they be;
Now they are smiling to me
‘Oh do come quickly my dyre’,
My darling by the black sea

Mistletoe sprigs are bargaining,
Drawing me under the Druids tree
Rich blood berries are offered to me
‘Come quick my dyre’,
My darling by the black sea

The sweet fairies are kind to me,
Pulling my locks and tickling my knees;
Giggling flower songs of love that can be
Riding my velvet buckles and,
pinning buttercups on me

Dragonfly's are here aerial knights in armour
Fluorescent blazes darting past me
‘Come quick my dyre’,
My darling by the black sea
Oh come quickly for ─ I do love thee

The rabbits soft warm nose and delicate little paws,
Are sitting by me devouring sweet grasses
As happy as can be
The old garden yonder is dressed red and green
and even the garlic and bees are happy to be

‘My darling by the black sea’,
Oh come quickly for I am in love with thee
Look my darling by the black sea
Come quickly, come, come to see
For the magnolia has burst into a wedding
for thee and me
'Come quickly my dyre', down by the black sea

The moon and I are humming and the tea bell chimes
For he has gone you see,
Down by the black sea
He’s gone, my dyre,
my darling down to the black sea

── Where the sirens are prettier,
prettier than me

© ASPAR 2017
Dyre is an old English word use to say Dear..
Written by
ASPAR A Sol Poet Arnay Rumens  F/Australia
(F/Australia)   
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   Lior Gavra
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