Timeless Love

Timeless Love

What would you think if I begged
you to be the Eurydice to my Orpheus
and swore you wouldn’t have to wait
as long as Penelope for my return?

And I would return, unlike John Keats
to his Fanny, I’m too old to die young.
How many proposals would you reject
like Maud Gonne, leaving me bereft?

But you’re a twenty-first century girl,
these references mean nothing
so I’ll draw you like Jack did Rose,
though with words instead of charcoal.

I’ll feel like the king of the world,
holding you, at the bow, as you fly.

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5 Responses to Timeless Love

  1. Cassa Bassa says:

    Love the last line “I’ll feel like the king of the world,
    holding you, at the bow, as you fly.”

  2. Lisa Tomey says:

    You’ve worked this out well.

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