Charmer

Charmer

A Poem by Floating on the feathers of a dandelion

 

A charmer is he,

Wooing everyone around,

With his mesmerizing talks,

And ability to laugh incessantly.

 

On he goes,

Talking about the sky, the earth and the moon,

But not about his love, and nor to his love,

That isn’t very important to him, I suppose

 

He is adorable, and affable is his being,

Souls like him for they see he is benign,

Hours he spends with strangers,

Until he is sore and home.

 

Where is no-more the charmer,

He wooes nothing but the routine sleep and food,

No talks of love does he pronounce anymore,

The love dies in him the moments he enters the doors.

 

 


© 2008 Floating on the feathers of a dandelion



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Whar a smart sharp writing, seriously love the end. You bring smile on my face!

Posted 3 Years Ago


I couldn't agree with you more!

What others see and what he truely is are two different things.

Cleverly done, direct without sounding bitter.

I really like the imagery used.

Mx

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I believe you have saw through the very heart of someone...seeing right into their core. Good job here! Great write!

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Why the hell does it have to be so! God forbid if you have had to bear the brunt of such switches. Or just maybe the charmer lacks a core of happiness.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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Ari
Wow. This is really sad. I would hate to be in love with this man.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Floating on the feathers of a dandelion
Floating on the feathers of a dandelion

Underneath blueeeeeeeeee sky, India



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