A
Present Dear
"When
once I slept, an angel from above
Appeared and whispered
softly in my ear:
'I have graciously given you my
Love,
Now in return I must have one thing
dear.'
She plucked, quite gingerly, my beating heart
And clasped upon it a locket and chain:
'From my Love dear, ne'er shall you
dare depart,
Know if you do, ne'er shall you love
again.'
And then I woke from this beguiling dream,
Only to find another at my
side.
Her coy, coquettish smile made my mind scream--
This diff'rent, deflowered belle betrothed my bride.
'Put on this chain, my dying mom left me,
A present, Dear, for you, my groom to be!'"
Copyright 2020 Bernard A. Quarterman, Jr.