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Listen to hear her love,

Look because he comes near;

Leaping in bounds thereof,

Prancing like a young deer.

 

Her love is coming soon,

Acting like a young stag;

Shines like a glowing moon,

So much she wants to brag.

 

He stands behind the wall,

Gazing through the window;

As he answers her call,

For summoning her beau.

 

Her love calls upon her,

For his beautiful one;

Her hair is like fine fur,

That is second to none.

 

For the winter has passed,

The rain has gone away;

Time fleeting by so fast,

A week seems like a day.

 

Blossoms bud on the trees,

The time to sing and dance;

As the warmth from the breeze,

Seems to start to advance.

 

Turtledoves are cooing,

The robins chirp their toon;

The cows have been mooing,

For feeding time is soon.

 

Fig trees ripen their figs,

Blossoming vines grow grapes;

In the pen are the pigs,

As she sees through the drapes.

 

She is his turtledove,

Wanting to see her face;

Sweet voice and face to love,

That he wants to embrace.

 

But foxes in the vines,

The vineyard is in bloom;

Need to catch for the wines,

A yield cannot resume.

 

At twilight shadows done,

Her stag chasing away;

The foxes as they run,

Gone for another day.


Copyright © 2018 Richard Newton Sherrer

 








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