Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Oh Luthien, your words delight,
Though that is not your given name.
A Friendship or is more in sight?
Of one, lies your apparent claim. 

I do not wish offence on you,
For gratitude is what I bear. 
A riddle is for some more true
Than certain truths they have to share.


Poetry is not my forte,
For you I'll make an exception.
I will play your games, your rules, nay
You are now my inspiration.







D. S.

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