The Haughty Heart of Hearts Date: Sunday, 6th October 2013 @ 11:49:13 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: putri-afa The greenish brown top, And the sable long breeches The trim dark bob, And the pure tanned radiance Was it the airs making me hop? What was it calling me to yawp? That was the look Somebody like me finally shook What a fine young man Could be from conscientious clan That’s what I deem when I scan Sharp shard dwelling in his wits, With a nice burning spirits That’s what I judge when I see him flits Then what? Should I shout? Professing like an idiot? People, Really I ain’t being smitten Say he brings me to heaven But for passion, none will be given as the gent takes no action This poem is Copyright © putri-afa Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=176961