He peers out the window across the valley,
as she gracefully steps toward the pond shaded beneath her umbrella from mid-day sun.
A man meets with her acquaintance, attempting a courtship,
more to follow before the day is done.
as she gracefully steps toward the pond shaded beneath her umbrella from mid-day sun.
A man meets with her acquaintance, attempting a courtship,
more to follow before the day is done.
He deligently writes, ink splatters and crumpled papers,
he paces, hesitations in the manners to which he should profess such deep emotions.
“I would lay down my sword for you my lady”
but I must not write this, for I am no coward in of these devotions.
he paces, hesitations in the manners to which he should profess such deep emotions.
“I would lay down my sword for you my lady”
but I must not write this, for I am no coward in of these devotions.
“I will raise that sword yet again for you my lady, in battle,
for you I’d fight until the death.”
but I must not write this for she may regard me as a savage,
a heartless fool in the words’ breath.
for you I’d fight until the death.”
but I must not write this for she may regard me as a savage,
a heartless fool in the words’ breath.
Time moves forward in the passing of the suns, the moons,
until the next time he sees the light of her eyes,
a rugged man of high stature, walking along her side,
he knows what this means, his heart cries.
until the next time he sees the light of her eyes,
a rugged man of high stature, walking along her side,
he knows what this means, his heart cries.
He deligently writes, ink splatters, and crumpled papers,
he paces, hesitations in the manners to which he should profess what he has held in his heart so long.
“Nothing, no one in this world could ever change a thing my lady, my love.”
but I must not write this, for I am a man, I must be strong.
he paces, hesitations in the manners to which he should profess what he has held in his heart so long.
“Nothing, no one in this world could ever change a thing my lady, my love.”
but I must not write this, for I am a man, I must be strong.
“I would place a kiss upon the softness of your hand, hold it forever my lady,
though all I could give would be of my heart alone.”
but I must not write this, for another’s heart you already own.
though all I could give would be of my heart alone.”
but I must not write this, for another’s heart you already own.
The next time he saw her,
sadness played upon her face,
beside her the rugged man tugging her about,
she walked silently, her eyes falling down, following the course of her place.
sadness played upon her face,
beside her the rugged man tugging her about,
she walked silently, her eyes falling down, following the course of her place.
He diligently writes, ink splatters, and crumpled papers,
he paces, no hesitations in the manners to which he should profess such deep emotions.
“I would lay down my sword for you my lady,
though I am no coward in these devotions,
I will raise that sword yet again for you my lady, in battle,
for you I’d fight until the death,
do not regard this a savagery,
as I’ll love you until my very last breath.”
he paces, no hesitations in the manners to which he should profess such deep emotions.
“I would lay down my sword for you my lady,
though I am no coward in these devotions,
I will raise that sword yet again for you my lady, in battle,
for you I’d fight until the death,
do not regard this a savagery,
as I’ll love you until my very last breath.”
He peers out across the valley,
meeting with her in the mid-day sun,
he hands to her his letter, attempting his courtship,
his battle, professing his love, his heart has won.
meeting with her in the mid-day sun,
he hands to her his letter, attempting his courtship,
his battle, professing his love, his heart has won.
Another beautifully written one!
ReplyDeleteThis is totally romantic and your artwork is too beautiful for words. I'm constantly in awe of your creativity and imagination, your ability to put such illusive thoughts and emotions into words. It's a true gift.
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