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I wished upon a tear-jeweled star
That you would come to me,
Heedless of how far
You needs travel through the velvet skies
To meet my lips and fill my eyes.

My wish was sped on Mercury’s wingéd feet
To where you lay in slumber sweet,
And in your ear this swiftest of the gods
Whispered soft and low –
“Your love is calling... Go!”

Through Heaven’s bliss and Hell’s bright flames
you came to me,
That I might be yours
for eternity.

this has the sound and feel of another century, and the voice of youth rings clear and strong.......

Indeed it was another century, 1949, and that is the voice of my youth. Thanks, saw, I think you got the idea beautifully! Sue♥♥

How beautiful, how lovely! I enjoyed this in so many different ways!

Thank you for sharing.

Thank you, Lucy --my 17-year old self is so pleased to know that her poems are appreciated! Sue♥♥♥