Re post, re named, pocket full of posies.

How I abhor the treacherous wintry night’s cold moors.
Blanketed moors, stealthy wicked moors, rue unto you!
Through spring we loved, we laid in thick heath’s secrets
picking posies.
True shy eyes, flowers thou hast placed in my hair.
Sweet smell abate, o Sweet Myrtle, Bay Laurel, your skin
bathed in drunkening allure. How we played innocent,
almost babes finding new worlds in each close breath.
 

Amidst Harlock like water fly we danced lavolta merrily
to grasshopper’s chirps, while afternoon's hushed dim.
Our writ,
hand in hand loves gilding light, to my door, each night.
My kind sir bid me farewell. Plant sweet lips to my hand,
tarry not your call again this day tomorrow at wan skies.
 

This burning flutter within my breast keeps me wakeful,
for your cheered voice and kind eyes at stairs landing.
We blushed like God himself touched across our cheeks.
Faint did our resistance sway, steadfast we would have been.
But for Venus, her sweet songs and Cupids immortal elixer
we could have been! We hid within those secret spring moors,
Certain we would wed, our souls we promised last eternity!

A dream! A dream! This our portrait in blood, in flesh! Our bane!
Pure love doth wane with woe. Our unborn gathers posies
with I, to ward off evil black that comes unto our sufferance!
These sweet posies, beloved flowers in our hair,
they seemeth unto us unfair, with nay offers of protection.
Marked upon your door an X!
Burn my heart
my soul burn me!

With your darkened departing pyre,
take us with you unwed! I shall not scream my want be dead!
I have cursed those moors and swooned loves bitter grief
our promises laid to bare, denied! Denied our love! Thus,
this wintry night I lay atop cold heath.
I await your hand.
Ardent spirit,
I beseech my love abides ne'er trite. 
I follow you
to eternity’s night!

 

Reviews

[jeRRy.whaLLey]

Dante is the masked man in your picture, I believe - and ,Oh my, this made my heart to flutter why, a singular style so mournful spake and in these lush lines for Love's sake - you have a Masterly use of the Romantic style yet within it a wit and wile, you speak in Dreams that catch the eye and flutter the heart with a longing sigh - Oh my, Oh my and into the silence of night am I - wondrous writing Armada and so luscious!

[Ed Hart]

pure love doth not wane and woe...rememerith thine shakespear that love is not love which alters when it alteration finds (alass, sweet lass)...but tis something else which the lost and lonely calleth love...tis not remembered that by these broken hearts we climbith out of childhood into this other land of joyish friendshop...be of good cheer, tomorrow is here...

[Emily B]

I so envy this power you have with words. You bring to mind and soul visions of nights long past. You rival those grand poets with your flowery phrases. You excel at these. I love this.

[Keith]

Wow...gone

What year is it now? Have I waken... If not and this can be expected from yourself everyday, everytime a whim may ignite your attentions.... well.... I'll just propose right now and sit back to watch this role out...
I will go change that profile picture now..ahhhh tom selleck or more of a patrick stewart type? I'm easy.

And very susceptable to wooing of this nature... lol :)

Fabulous write.

[forfila]

This is a deep tale of a great love, you have talent I can only sit back, read, and be in awe of.

The last stanza is a tad sad with its quote of "Unwed" but it has a happy ending as I see it, with these lines "I follow you
to eternity's night!"
you give the impression of a love that will last forever.

I don't think I will ever be able write with grace such as you, but that doesn't stop me from admiring such beautiful works from a beautiful women I am honored to call my friend..

Really Armada, just outstanding, to comment in more detail would be unjust from myself.

Love from
Me

[Jenny Davis]

Oh, this is very much like something Poe would write...so much imagery and emotion, very nicely done :)