Beatrice

She's trapped in her reflection

She is the expectation

But not the exception

The cup is quite the looker 

Yet inside is just as the void in her heart

She is not like the flowing streams of misconception 

Chasing her dreams in a game of tag

Dedicated to catching the cheeky aspirations

She is among the flock

Courage embraces and encourages her to fly

Taking her wings, limbering feathers and soar through the pasty blue hues

The flower in lonely fields is where she lays

Seen but hardly heard upon deaf ears

I believe she is furthermore than her elegance 

Her grace and undeniable beauty

I can see through her like a bride's face through her veil

My sweet escape, my muse, my admiration 

I will keep her here with me, listen to the complaints and joys of life

Like a knight to it's royal heir

On one knee, crouched down with my blade

I recite a pledge that I'll never leave your side 

And remain loyal until the day I'm one with the earth

(I don't know, at this I'm confessing imaginary love.)

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

The void isn't so bad. It may not love you, but you know it doesn't hate you at least.

[Tumi]

Your poem shines while conveying the sense of admiration of her and your loyalty,
using entwined images of nature with personal connection, it a heart-provoking poem

[Dave W.]

I really liked this, the line "Courage embraces and encourages her to fly, taking her wings, limbering feathers and soar through the pasty blue hues" is beautiful, thank you for sharing this.

[Charlie]

thank you so much