Peace My Poetess/ Priestess Peace

A Love Song for My Lady

Aglow art thou with love sublime.

Who wouldst dare to break this spell?

Thy dark eyes that burn me, bless me

thou dost know myne heart too well.

 

Thy eyes, bind me to thy will

they singe me, scorch me with their fire

to thee alone dost I belong---

Thou art myne inspiration and myne song.

 

Peace myne Poetess/ Priestess peace

In thy presence myne tremors cease

Myne tongue and mandolin art mute

for words art too weak to praise thy beauty forsooth.

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[SpokenWord]

OK Shakespear my poor tongue had to twist while reading this :) No this is really good, I can't write like this at all with the myne and thyne I would get lost moving around those words. I see there is passion in your pen it shines through brightly.