M.F. Coberly Poems

Best Poem of M.F. Coberly

Love Too Precious To Tell
We had a room for us alone,
Shabby and dirty and drab,
But when our love came in the door,
It changed into a palace grand.
The hour of loves uniting,
Is even too precious to tell,
We drifted, and drifted, and drifted,
And floated away on a cloud.
And then our second marriage dear,
Read the full of Love Too Precious To Tell
Once on an afternoon in fall
I chanced to meet a fellow tall
He asked me to the country fair,
So off we went without a care
We walked and talked and saw the sights,
Until the day turned into night,
Ten said goodnight beneath the moon,
And vowed we'd see each other soon.
He courted me . . .
Read the full of Courtship