Loving Three Sisters

by

Ronald G. Auguste

For Brenda & Andrina & Jessica

I'm in a quandary I had not planned,
Since I arrived on this fine holiday.
My senses, reeling, cannot understand
These thrills that carry joy, and then dismay.
Loving three sisters, each a different form,
Transports my lonesome being beyond the norm.

The first of these is lean, and willowy,
With eyes, a soft dark brown, to weep in red.
Her sparkling teeth often are pearls to see.
Sadly, like me, that lissome one is wed.
She is the kind who'd be so soft to touch!
My heart is certain it could love her much!

The second is a rose who's full in bloom,
Voluptuous of being, and soft of voice,
With petals which can sweeten any room,
And make a sad and lonely heart rejoice.
If I were free, she could delight my life,
But she's the image of my brother's wife.

The third is radiant, somewhat like a star,
With heaven's allure sleeping in her eyes,
Whose light will follow, though I travel far,
Back to my place, where my love lives and dies.
Her kiss might be far sweeter than a berry.
Halle, not lovelier, might be as cherry.

Suppose my circumstances changed, I'd try
To settle in light of her stellar glow,
Since other factors would make me deny
The prior pair, despite the gems they show.
Loving three sisters brings a wistful ache.
I'd love star's berry, split, upon each cake.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Billy Braggart
by: Francis Duggan
from: Wonthaggi, Victoria, Australia

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