The Arrow

[william b.]

The Arrow

I thought of your beauty, and this arrow,
Made out of a wild thought, is in my marrow.
There's no man may look upon her, no man,
As when newly grown to be a woman,
Tall and noble but with face and bosom
Delicate in colour as apple blossom.
This beauty's kinder, yet a reason
I could weep that the old is out of season.

[Marisha]

The Arrow

I thought of your beauty, and this arrow,
Made out of a wild thought, is in my marrow.
There's no man may look upon her, no man,
As when newly grown to be a woman,
Tall and noble but with face and bosom
Delicate in colour as apple blossom.
This beauty's kinder, yet a reason
I could weep that the old is out of season.

I find the idea of an arrow in my marrow to be incredibly sexy (oh, I said it in public!) and I wonder if William has any more intimate thoughts to share with us. I think I need to go and sit down

Marisha (all a flutter as my mind takes me back many decades)

[imaginary friend]

Aiyee-yi-yi Mareesha

You too old to be a cougar, honny!