A Love Poem, of Sorts

My Lily Pad Queen 

She sat on the leaf, my Lily Pad Queen 
It was one of two leaves in the pond

Hers always, when wearing Irish Green

Other remained back saved for her friend 

Waiting for me, her Lily Pad Prince 
She knows me not though I know her well

Holding tight to her perch afraid to dance

Looking around would I ring her bell 

Green eyes passed me over, then they teared 
Deep I dived, I'll stay a hundred years

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 - Poem and Photos Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved.  The SECOND Photo of the Yellow Flowering Lily Pad, the poet's watery tomb, I took at Regent's Park in London.  The other three are Print Screen and slightly edited from the respective three links below.  

 - I'm linked with Shay, Chrissa, and Carrie, at the Sunday  Muse for celebration of their 100th week posting anniversary, http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2020/03/the-big-100th-muse.html?m=1  (BOTTOM Photo)

 - I'm linked with Margaret at her startup Web site, Artistic Interpretations s2, https://postcardartisticinterpretations.blogspot.com/2020/03/welcome-to-artistic-interpretations.html?m=1 (TOP Photo)

 - I am linked with Teemakuun #56, another artistic interpretation group from Finlan  at https://teemakuunkollaasi.blogspot.com/2020/03/teemakuu-56-kuva-mallina.html?m=1  (THIRD Photo)

100 Weeks of Sunday Muse

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