I was to meet her
on the arched bridge
at a quarter past three
As water lilies softly floated,
the day's magnificence
mesmerized me
I didn't see her looking for me
I wonder if she waited long
So lost was I to the lily pond
and the frogs lonely song
I missed my chance of kissing
her underneath the willow tree
and now I sit alone by the lily pond
for she won't even talk to me...
Lynn West
(c) 2009
Water Lily Pond
by Claude Monet
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