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If Zeus could grant me, but one swift wish,

As sure as Keto’s malicious fish.

Then for sure the wind would release the Dove

To live with thee, and be thy love.

But unlike Cronus, whose time stood still

And Harvest’s Daughter, who plunged below the hill

A man will surely fade and grey

Until it’s his turn for the toll to pay.

Flowers may be a sweet thought,

But like all your efforts, it will be for not.

Sweet words, can move a heart of stone,

But I’ve never listened to that tone.

The silks of far, may please the eyes,

But I know they come from the bed of lies.

Spring may blossom in your heart,

But winter is soon, and it is sure to part.

The cold embrace of ruby clasps

Is only sure to hear mortal gasps.

No precious stone can move my heart,

Like Harvest’s daughter, I too shall part.

But if We could share an old Father’s fate,

And sun and sky would never become late.

Then I would call the winds to release the Dove,

To live with thee, and be thy love.


Young Girl – Gary Puckett & The Union


( Guess the Poem *tee hee* )

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