Edgar, My Dear,

A poem I dedicate to Edgar Allen Poe, a man I would have loved to meet.

Edgar, My Dear,

This man I would have fancy to meet

A man that would indeed seek my needs

The crystal clover in a stack of fay

Was cursed not to love and was embedded away

This man a wonder a legend 

that was a great one indeed 

I long to greet the face of this dreary soul

My own I have felt to want to know 

Fear that has left a scar beside you

Haunts me to where I would love to embrace

A mystery of the death

Of the ones that you loved and you called dear

So I say my dear Edgar

If it was your wish 

Would you appear in my dreams

To loathe me in your fantastic presence

You seem a gift of heaven that you sense reject you

 I would have held your key, Your Annabelle Lee

You and I 

My Edgar, My dear

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: p I like the font and the complete dedication for Edger Allen Poe. I too would wish to meet him, his story sends real shivers to your spine.

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