"The Troubadour" Part 1 - A collection of poems.
- "The Troubadour's Love" - Part 2 in a collection of poems.
This is part 2 in a series of romantic poems.
- "The Troubadour's Letter" Part 3
The third poem to the Troubadour series.
He roamed the streets,
a lonely troubadour.
looking for his love,
with his pen and his guitar.
He would sit sometimes,
and play a song,
hoping to lure her from hiding,
But she never came along.
Only random strangers passed by,
Some would throw a few coins,
a dollar here and there.
But he did not want their money.
He did not want their fare.
If only she would show her face,
just once to see her smile.
If only her heart could be thrown
into his guitar case,
he would keep playing for awhile.
But he could not find her,
no matter how long he played,
no matter where,
so he decided to write,
a poem just with her to share.
He wrote the words so beautifully,
he wrote them tried and true.
And when he was done,
he kissed it adieu.
In hopes that it would find his love,
he set it free into the wind.
It was now in fate's hands
if his love to her it would send.
© Copyright NMJ 2013
© 2013 Nikkij504gurl
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