All Comments on 'My Lady of Sighs'

new readers pay attention to the end rhyme, the sound of..., last stanza

My stiff Madonna, made of wood.

wood

almost like a resolution in music

this is one of the reasons i keep saying go through new poems get face to face with the good bad and the ugly, you'll learn some new things

has power and control from far beyond. TK U MLJ LV NV

...both to read and to imagine! :(

As usual, you've exhibited great elegance and restraint in the presentation of this terrible thing that is unrequited love.