I know Mary is not for real.
Her perfection perfected in an hour
In costumes selected with zeal
And details down to the flowers.
I cannot live in Mary’s façade
But I breathe in and enjoy it;
Reach out to take her hand
Walk to the garden and sit.
Oh Mary to live in your dream
Would make mortal men melt
I can only wish and scheme
Then wonder how it all felt.
By Dave Schipper © 2012 Roseriversongs
Dedicated to Lady Mary Crawley
2 comments:
I like this very much, Dave. So glad to see you back with new poetry and song!
Thanks Bruce... yes making some time now that my Packers have stopped playing.
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