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My Beautiful Erin Louise
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My Beautiful Erin Louise |
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David2 Member
since 2000-03-22
Posts 407 |
This is a bit lengthy, just a fair warning My Beautiful Erin Louise I met a man some time ago, Who shared with me his story. A tale of love that’s lost then found, A tale of shame and glory. There was a time he couldn’t see, His eyes were once quite useless. You see the price of sin is steep, And once he lived quite ruthless. He spent his days pursuing vice, And tasting every pleasure. It was his evil heart’s sole goal, Regardless of the measure. He’d no concern for other’s cares, There hearts were there to break, He’d suck their very life from them, And leave them in his wake. From years of bold debauchery, And living for his senses. His body slowly seemed to fail, Devoid of all defences. Slowly then his hands grew gnarled, His fingers fused together. His flesh so raw he’d shriek in pain, When touched by just a feather. His eyes grew shut to leave him there, A leper scorned and broken,. Ignored and shunned by everyone, His name no longer spoken. How odd that once his sight was gone, He saw his sins more clearly, Repenting then he knew that he Must pay for them most dearly. He languished there some twenty years, So desolate and shaken, And fervently each day he prayed, That he’d not be forsaken. Then finally one summer morn, Upon his ears then falling, The sweetest sounds he’d ever heard, His angel came a calling. She asked if he had any need, And offered him her kindness, He knew that she was beautiful, Despite his total blindness. “Why do you stoop to bind my wounds?” “Aren’t you overcome with fear?” And yet her act of tenderness, Caused a sightless eye to tear. She offered him some sustenance, She shared her meager rations, His broken heart was touched to know, She’d joined him at his station. He thanked her then as best he could, And bade her quit his presence. Before someone could see that she, Was tainted by his essence. The smallest laugh escaped her lips, He heard her softly sighing, “I’m not ashamed to be with you.” She whispered while replying. “I’ve been enslaved these eighteen years Imprisoned in a palace, By someone with the blackest heart, Who reeked of filth and malice.” “He starved my body ,soul, and mind, And kept me as his favor, He squeezed the very breath from me, And never did he waiver.” “His face belied his evil rage, His beauty was disarming, And those who never knew him well, Did find him very charming.” “But I could see the evil there, Within his soul extending, Then every day released my way, My sorrow never ending.” “He kept me there in solitude, His private little treasure, To satisfy his every whim, He’d use me at his leisure.” “One morning then a dove appeared, My freedom to deliver, The simple truth she gave to me, Did set my heart aquiver.” “He kept me prisoner so long, Becoming what I feared, But when I faced him as he was, His truest self appeared.” “A coward stood before me then, Relinquished of his power, My shackles melted from my sight, And freed me from his tower.” “I left him by a looking glass, Forever frozen there. His eyes transfixed by ugliness, At which he’ll ever stare.” “So I can see the nature of, Each heart I chance to meet. And yours my friend has been redeemed, Now rise and take your feet.” He felt her hands beside his face. She kissed each eye with care, He wanted so to open them, But yet he didn’t dare. “Please open them ,” she softly said, “You needn’t be afraid” So gentle were the words she spoke, While trembling he obeyed. And there his fondest dream did stand, Before him in such light. This miracle of miracles, His eyes regained their sight. Then she gently took his hands, And held them in her own, A simple touch was all to take, The years of pain he’d known. She took him in her arms and laid, His head against her breast, Delivered then he gently sobbed, His sorrows laid to rest. He stood renewed, a better man, And humbled by his fortune, He did avow that always he’d, Be grateful for his portion. I asked him what became of her, Who once restored his life. “You foolish child ,” he laughed at me, “Of course she’s now my wife.” “Not every man is blessed to find , The soul mate of his dreams. Be vigilant for sometimes things, Aren’t always as they seem.” “For beauty doesn’t always take The guise of Damask roses. So measure it instead by how Much sadness it disposes.” Then he smiled and looked my way, As happy as you please. “I shant forget the day I met, My beautiful Erin Louise.” [This message has been edited by David2 (edited 04-18-2000).] |
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Mike Member Elite
since 1999-06-19
Posts 2462 |
Splendidly written. Enjoyed very much. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
WOW...David..this leaves me near speechless... its amazing and perfect... astonishing... you know its perfect when the reader doesnt notice the length... fantastic... take care, jm Well the sun sets gently on your shoulders And it makes me want to touch you there. And the light in your eyes makes me feel Like there's something much better out there Something kind... And I know someday I might be looking around Trying to find some purpose Well purpose it can't be that hard to find As long as I've got the wind... The wind and your love to carry me. vertical horizon |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
This is absolutely wonderful, David! Denise |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
David~ This is truly lovely. I just love the mention of Damask rose ... that's just such a pretty name. Enjoyed this very much. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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Nan
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since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
Aha... There is life after sonnets.. and a fine one it is ... I really enjoyed this one, my friend... I hope your poetic well is still brimming over... Keep 'em coming..  |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
David2, a fine, fine job you did with this, son, so I'm hoping for many more from you... well, well done! |
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Mike Member Elite
since 1999-06-19
Posts 2462 |
'twas just as good the second time through... |
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Denise
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since 1999-08-22
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And the third time too!  |
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