I whispered,’ I am too young.’
And then, ‘I am old enough.’
Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out if I could love.
‘Go and love, go and love, young man,
If the lady be young and fair.
O, penny,brown penny, brown penny,
I am looped in the loops of her hair.
O, love is the crooked thing.
There is nobody wise enough,
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love,
Till the stars had run away,
And the shadows eaten the moon.
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
Superduque777 said,
October 24, 2016 @ 11:46 pm
beebeesworld said,
November 13, 2016 @ 12:00 am
Thanks, superduque777
Enigma said,
October 25, 2016 @ 5:10 am
beebeesworld said,
October 25, 2016 @ 10:51 pm
Lovely!
thevikingmikeblog said,
October 26, 2016 @ 2:11 am
Keep on going