My Love, The Chimney-Sweep This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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   My love arrives by simple means of foot,

A knight in shining armor he is not.

He's grimy from head to toe, covered with soot.

A chimney-sweep, he brings his broom and pot.

He brings me flowers when he comes at twilight.

The sweet smelling lilies are fresh picked.

We stay close 'til the end of the summer night,

When women gather the milk in pails, dew slicked.

Then he slips out back away from my love,

For one more day I must be without him.

As I work, day passes on wings of doves,

ATil he comes again, kissing me on a whim.

Tonight he brings me baskets filled with roses,

Bends down on one knee and he proposes.




This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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EmiliePhillippi said...
Sept. 24, 2011 at 12:22 pm
This is adorable :) almost made me cry...dont we all want a love story like that?!?! Soo cute...
 
Kris1246 said...
Aug. 28, 2009 at 4:46 pm
This is very inspiring to todays generation. With that said, I look forward to seeing more material from you.. I'm Fourteen Years old, and I loved your story
 
S M Wells replied...
Jan. 8, 2011 at 11:28 am
you don't sound fourteen years old. You sound like your thirty. That's the sort of thing Gran would say. So iether your fibing or VERY mature for your age.
 
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