I've loved the girl with auburn hair

I made this work for my Creative Writing Class, but it was more of a personal project.

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I’ve loved the girl with auburn hair
By Stu. T.H.


I had a great Fall in September,
When I first met you, my lover,
An hour with you seemed longer,
As we sat on the bench I pondered,
‘Can one day I hold your hands, forever?’
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Her auburn hair smells like pine,
In her wholesome gaze, my autumn lies,
Her beauty is as plentiful as a harvest,
I, her lover, am farmers’ most jealous.
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Today is another blissful day for me,
As my goddess has again flaunted her beauty,
I watched as she sang her melody,
Whilst her figure bathed in the sun and glory.
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Today again, I met you on a street,
The sight of you had me skipping many beats,
But to join you is another bliss,
As you dye my world with your love so sweet,
And without you, my heart bleeds.
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When I heard my love say she would stray away,
I count our memories whilst stacking them like piles of hay,
Under a few nights more, together, we lay.
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My time with her seemed to fly,
Hopefully to the next chapter,
Where we will unite under the night sky.
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One-sided promises I much detested,
For I’m used to works and words that never come to deliver,
The sight itself is more boring than books and literature,
But your return, my love, I trust it won’t take forever,
As your heartful promises keep me undeterred.
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Lonesome Moon in Mid-Autumn, I hear ye well,
As the evening wind chimes my bells,
Today again, I’m left alone,
As you have yet to return from your trip so long,
And my yearning for you prolongs.
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‘My dear, my love, and my evermore,
I’m unwise, unknowing to ways to drip rhythms like yours,
Your heart is always full of beauty, as your mind is of grace,
There are words I’ve never spoken up to date,
Sorry my love, as only now I show you how much I appreciate---
Your mind, your heart, wisdom and grace,
And you must know that upon my return, what I most anticipate---
Is your profile, up against mine, sealing our first kiss,
An act so sweet it would beat any pastry, I promise,
Uniting our love in bliss evermore,
For my wealthiest of fortunes, of knowing you,
Signed, your love and dearest, Eleanor.’
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I’ve been waiting for this moment since forever---
Since the first day we met in September;
Your profile shines brightly as I remember---
Despite this heavy snow in December;
My love, my light and the breath of my life,
As the moment of our union silenced my world’s strife,
I felt an empty breath, and a desperate need to let you know,
How much words alone can not describe my love for you so,
And how much I wish to be with you, in a future unforetold,
But quickly you ended my speech ever so lightly,
As you sealed our lips ever so tightly,
Then quickly you smiled with your profile ever so brightly,
And again, you turned me into so much of a silly…
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I wished for the years to pass sooner,
So then my faith would not falter,
I feared my love had gotten gaze from another,
But who is it I wonder,
My love, why has you chuckled,
In silence while I await for our tomorrow?
In bed I heard sounds of her chuckles,
Elsewhere, as she sat by the windows,
Goddesses deserve many admirers,
But I thought I was more than just one rose,
Sorry, I could not be a bouquet,
The thought brought me nights of sorrows,
But my love since you has promised,
Our story and plans have all been listed,
I ensure you still, I have faith,
Regardless of what my fate dictates,
Because on that day, you had promised,
And I was your sole lover, and I am beloved.
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Our promise,
I thought you remembered…?
When our fingers intertwined in December,
And our lips sealed under snow of December,
We swore our hearts and bodies belonged to each other,
Yet now your smile paired up with another,
Whilst I regretfully mark this day, when I lost you, my love, forever.
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Today I’m as saddened as I would ever,
My love has betrayed me for another,
I caught a glimpse of her through a windowed store,
The illusion reflected hurt me more than ever before,
As I stood silent with my heart torn so ever more…
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Oh, Eleanor, my sweet Eleanor,
Why have you spared my hands and fingers,
If without love, I can write no longer,
Oh, Eleanor, my love Eleanor,
Why have you spared my legs and thighs,
When without love, I have no desire to hike,
Oh, Eleanor, my dearest Eleanor,
Why is it that only my heart that you tore,
To give our love into the oblivion --- Nevermore.
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Oh… My love has betrayed me,
Betrayed me for another,
Today, I’m saddened more than ever---
Even though it has long passed December,
What is this itching desire?
That has grown in me since my heart has been slaughtered,
Oh… My heart and love have been slaughtered,
Oh… Eleanor, have you thought my love a bother?
Why must unwarrantedly, you left me for another,
Oh… Eleanor, my sworn lover,
Oh… Eleanor, whom I wished to spend my summer---
My summer, my youth and life and evermore,
Our future has all been tore,
Just like my heart… Oh … Eleanor,
… And just like yours, my Eleanor.
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Tonight as fireworks flew above our heads,
Two bodies, ourselves would be here, lying dead,
New Year celebration is when happiness soars,
Yet now all I feel on my tongue is bitter and sour,
Distasteful, my Eleanor,
The world has fooled me again, but nevermore;
There are things you haven’t told me, Eleanor,
But love is not a storybook with a need of lores,
Your cheating will now come to an ending,
As in our exchange of gifts, I slash your back bending,
Stab, and Stab into you, Eleanor,
Your wails and cries hurt me evermore,
As I remember our blissful times before,
Before him, that man you happily accompany,
Waltzing through malls and exchanging pleasantries,
And as happiest as he will, I would never be!
… What have I done wrong, my Eleanor?
As now your callings have ceased, I can hear them no more,
Thus to end this night and the nights evermore,
I stab myself and fall unto your gaze once more,
I felt your auburn hair caressed me once more…
In our death, may our love be eternal, my Eleanor.

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But never will I forget this life I once bore,
That time when I loved the girl with auburn hair.
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It was no surprise or wonder,
But was she a fool, I wonder,
For if she had pondered,
Maybe just a little longer,
She would have found her conclusion very much stranger,
As, if Eleanor had found her a bother,
She wouldn’t remain her lover,
Nor could the lass can be found a cheater,
For the one she was with, was her brother,
Picking presents with him, for her lover,
That one slight detail was why their story came to falter,
And that night when occurred the murder,
One was ready to hand gifts and surprise the other,
While that other stabbed and killed them both, together,
Thus end our story on this note, much very sour,
As their story is fated to be retold to generations later,
As lessons and precautions for all Lovers.
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The End - Happy Autumn!
(Finished on October 4, 2023)

Reviews

[Masked writer]

This is a love story that i feel many can relate to. I really like the length of it, very good for a first. It definitly got me going 50 million ways. It seemed so happy, and then BAM I was hit and couldn't figure out how to get up. It was so Idek, im speechless.

[Stu. T.H.]

Thank you for your kind read and pleasant review, author Masked writer. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

[Masked writer]

I did indeed, Thankyou for allowing me to feel much emotions.

[Thomas W Case]

Powerful range of emotions. Very well crafted.

[Stu. T.H.]

Thank you for your visit, author Thomas W. Case. Though it was an amateur write, I'm glad it made a nice read.

[Arundass TP]

I feel like a wave of thoughts, emotions and feelings. Some where poem travelled through curves and deserts.
Enjoyed well. Good long love journey.

[Stu. T.H.]

Thank you for your read and enjoyment, author Arundass TP, I hope you can find more good reads on the site.

[ale]

i see the edgar allan poe inspiration! well done!

[Stu. T.H.]

Thank you for noticing, I did take inspirations from The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe to write the part about Eleanor. Thank you for your visit and kind praises, author ale. I wish you a nice day.

[June bug]

Goodness what a long write here, made me feel sad though.
I like the write. Nicely written.

[Stu. T.H.]

Thank you for paying a visit to my first long work, it was clumsily put together but I hope it did make a lasting impression on you for the better. Thank you for your kind review, author June bug.

[Kane Hagwood]

This was such a sad read, with the sad ending sneaking up on me with a baseball bat! But just goes to show what good assuming can do. This is well written, and I'm not gonna lie, the beginning of this made me feel a little bad for her. But in the end, well, perhaps she really should have taken another moment to ponder.

Thanks for sharing this, Leon. I'm glad I finally got around to reading this wonderful piece :)

[Stu. T.H.]

It's my first long work too, and it's real fun to reflect back on how my writing style, penways and the sources of inspirations I draw to craft my works had evolved.
Thank you for paying a visit, author Kane Hagwood.

[Ken Simm.]

I thought when first reading this of Dante and his beloved Beatrice but then the shadows formed and turned to horror. This is an extremly intelligent poem telling a story with a ghastly denoument. I am impressed in many ways with your choice of words and loving descriptions and then also impressed in another not so nice way way with your almost surgical disection of a descent into madness. In short I don't know whether this poem is extraordinary or disturbing to the nth degree. It is a tour de force.

[Stu. T.H.]

It was a good piece that I am much proud of. Thank you for your good words, author Ken Simm. At least, I hope, it was an entertaining read for you.

[Ken Simm.]

That it was.

[Matthew Kult]

Obsessively loving, tenderly beautiful. Ah the sweet suffering that turned this into a blood bath can only be celebrated. Great twist.

Awesome read.

With love,

Matthew

[Stu. T.H.]

Thank you for stopping by!

[Julian]

I am almost rendered speechless - which for me is most rare - but this is so powerful gripping, immersive and drenched in the colors of the full spectrum of love and betrayal = from first glimpse to first attraction, to infatuation, true love, then the doubts that so often creep in, then obsession and finally a mournful sort of madness- this could be a full length novel, condensed into a handful of verses.
The shades of Poe ( one of my all time favorites) and shadows of a composite of some of Shakespeare's characters, so perfectly blended to enhance this haunting work. Well done!

[Stu. T.H.]

Thank you for paying a visit to this one! It's actually my first official long work ... ever. And I really had fun crafting it.
I hope to look back onto this another day to reflect my progress and grow even more.