He would dream of her and woo her in metaphor, likening her loveliness to a newly fallen snow, and meadow flowers in the summertime.
He would dream of her and woo her in metaphor, for she is the dew on the early morning grass, and the wind in the trees, whistling the air around him.
He would dream of her and woo her in metaphor, speak of her mirror eyes, and lose himself, staring into the heavens, he sees reflected there.
James E. Roethlein copyright 2020
Jim is the author of two books of poetry βMusing On The Cricket Game of Life Part 1 1/2β and βAn Extravagant Way of Saying Nothingβ both available on Amazon