Strolling In The Gardens – A Victorian Courtship

‘Twas an eve in late summer

Perhaps June or July

Trees were in bloom

Stars filled the sky

 

We strolled in the gardens

Her hand laced in mine

She held a glass

I managed the wine

 

Somehow we were drawn

By the luxurious blue

The scent of delphinium

And sweet meadow rue

 

Orchestral choruses

From the songbirds above

Tweeting and whistling

Sweet verses of love

 

A lamplighter passing

Flames to the wick

He tipped me his cap

I tapped with my stick

 

Whispering breezes

Carry sounds of delight

While the flowers retreat

Said to rest for the night

 

A moment to gaze

The full gardens in view

Our location quite perfect

The stroll nearly through

 

Natural beauty

This magical display

Utmost perfection

An end to the day

 

Shifting attention

From the bounty of life

My sight firmly captured

In the eyes of my wife

 

Such a radiant beauty

Skin flawless and fair

Eyes deep and sparkling

Immaculate hair

 

Yet in all of her grandeur

Both in fashion and style

None holds a candle

When compared to her smile

 

As my gaze did remain

Transfixed and spellbound

The world disappeared

Including the sound

 

Lost in adoration

An encomium of thought

Lines began forming

Yet, decidedly not

 

No poetry, nor words

For none could take hold

The tales in her all

They might never be told

 

Moments do pass

And the hour grows late

I offered my arm

As a close to this date

 

But then moonlight appears

Such celestial reflection

And again I take pause

Just to admire her perfection

R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all.I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed.I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another.I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me.I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

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R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all. I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed. I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another. I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me. I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

3 thoughts on “Strolling In The Gardens – A Victorian Courtship

  • March 8, 2018 at 1:24 PM
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    Beautiful piece Ralph. Very romantic and affectionate words. Nice work

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