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Love In The South

by Myself

I got a gal that lives down South,
In the land of Tennessee;
When I visit her next, I'll carry a ring,
And ask her to marry me.

Though I may be from the North,
And she's Dixie born and bred;
Our love will cross those wide borders,
On the day that we are wed.

I met her first 'bout a year ago,
While riding through the field;
I saw my Southern beauty then,
And my heart began to yield.

She wore a long white flowing dress,
And hair of finest gold;
With rich full lips I longed to kiss,
And a body I wished to hold.

She held my hand, our eyes did meet,
Our lips gave the fullest kiss;
We stayed together for all that day,
Our hearts in total bliss.

Now the wedding has taken place,
And that gal is now my wife;
The way we loved on that first great day,
Will go on all our life.

Love

by Charles Harpur

She loves me! From her own bliss-breathing lips
The live confession came,like rich perfume
From crimson petals bursting into bloom!
And still my heart at the remembrance skips
Like a young lion, and my tongue, too, trips
As drunk with joy! While every object seen
In life's diurnal round wears in it's mien
A clear assurance that no doubts eclipse.
And if the common things of nature now
Are like old faces flushed with new delight,
much more the consciousness of that rich vow
Deepens the beauteous, and refines the bright,
While throned I seem on love's divinest height
'Mid all the glories glowing round it's brow.

A Sonnet For My Sweetheart

by Myself

As I lie here in the darkness of the night,
Thinking of the stars and all the infinite beauty;
I seek the nib and nearby ink,
And desire to write of my own beloved.
For in every possible kind of way,
She has captured the essence of my soul;
A sonnet for my sweetheart is needed this day.

To be away from her can surely seem a crime,
This woman and I are lovers for all the years to come;
Alone with her in the softness of the bed,
Can only be a paradise of ecstasy and joy.
Let us be here, as we await the dawn,
The brightening sun comes nearer to us all;
Lovers together for the approaching morn.