A Poem by Debby Pillitteri

A poem of realization of love.

Rosco, Rosco
From under the tree
You stood beside me
The days have gone past
My gown in ruins
How foolish I was
To step outside the palace with you

You told me the truth
That I would be happy
That you would enjoy every moment we had
From this runaway into wilderness,
I believed it, too
But now you have bored me
So sadly true

I ponder how my reactions could differ
Have I stay and we not bicker
But the annoyance I take in
And that, I swear, you don't show
I must stay no longer,
My dear Rosco

Do not present me with a dull and dying flower
I could do better with my time in accepting it
Do not drag my hand in plead we must leave
And go to a palace more interesting to thee
I wish to not be here in a garden you snuck in
Roscho, can't you see?
You make me not happy

Yet, before these words slip through my mouth
You glide to the ground
On one single knee
Before me and my rugged shoes
You speak the words
I thought you'd never use

And full-forth my hear realized
I mustn't leave
For my soul belongs with thee
My dear Rosco,
Promise me this and this only
When we become Mrs. and Mr.
Promise me we will be happy

© 2014 Debby Pillitteri

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A splendid read and write...Thank you for penning...:)................

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Added on January 25, 2014
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