Could You Perhaps?

Could you perhaps?
Halt these charming attacks
For my mind is already belabored

Oh, and could you perhaps?
Tell my soul to relax
For your smirk is a perfect derailer

Tell me, could you perhaps?
Cease this lovely relapse
Romance is the harshest assailer

Darling, could you perhaps?
End this song with a laugh
For your love is my sorrow’s curtailer

-Galwyn

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For Her

I’m working for her
But not quite towards her
This transient love that I long for
Not stricken with lonliness
But stricken with purpose
For a heart to give my life an encore
I gather my sticks
To build her a nest
And I’ll take to the sky when its proper
Yet in the meantime
I’ll yearn and I’ll rhyme
With romance as something I’ll wait for

-Galwyn

Mark

Pinched between my words and woes
Rubbed smooth between my lips
This honeysuckle rose,
Preened and plumed and picked

Between the glassy gossamer
Ensnared between the sheets
Nightshade in her eyes
Your vying violet creeps

Planted within my memory
And bound within my thoughts
With eyes between fresh lavender
And blue forget-me-nots

Grace my face dear buttercup
And wait between the page
My words may rot and fade away
But my mark will never age

-Galwyn

Cat

Her name was Cat –
Only with sharper eyes
She was my duchess
Strong and wise
Her lethal wit
My one demise
For in her presence
One might devise
A heart which would not
Compromise
Yet this would only agonize
For her romance could
Mesmerise
One’s love for her
Might terrorize
Yet I would never criticize
Her charms were made to catalyze –
Ah, those charming eyes of Cat

-Galwyn