Now In The Morn
A Poem by Sam
Another for the muse.
Now in morn The wee hour light, You lay abed Slumber of night. I spy you there Calmy nude, Your skin aglow Moonray exude. Times like these Make me amuse, Beholding you My tender muse.
© 2014 Sam
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Twelve lines is all it takes to show warmth, affection, and - above all - adoration. Great job.
Posted 9 Years Ago
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Beautiful, tender and mesmerizing all in one. Beautifully penned!
Posted 9 Years Ago
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A tender poem for a tender muse. May her glow never fade away..
Posted 9 Years Ago
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I seriously love your work. Continue!
Posted 9 Years Ago
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The most breathtakingly beautiful poem.
Posted 9 Years Ago
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Hath ye deeper verse divine?
Posted 9 Years Ago
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Simple and sweet, with just the right dose of rhythm and rhyme.
Posted 9 Years Ago
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Just beautiful Sam... The soft tenderness of this piece is lovely.
Posted 9 Years Ago
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Again, great writing, Sam. I hope your muse knows how lucky she is.
Posted 10 Years Ago
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I like the structure of this poem. Well done! My favourite lines would be
"The wee hour light,
You lay abed
Slumber of night."
Posted 10 Years Ago
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Added on October 6, 2014
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SamFair Verona
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I do most of my writing when I'm trying to sleep.
"Better a witty fool than a foolish wit."
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