A Love SongA Poem by Patches I'm not so new anymore.The Traveling Troubadour sings to his lady from beneath her balconySlender shafts of moonlight pierce the silvan night. Gossamer strans of angel's hair shredding darkness into surreal patches of mismatched shadow.
Thou art Daphne in starlight, Echo, near the fountain, Elaine of Astolate, Guinevere; the fabled lady of Shalott and I, a befuddled Lancelot.
Burgundy roses gilded by dew are scarlet embers in the night, revealing first thy form then thy face as thou glideth, half-hidden beneath blue shadowed boughs.
Like sphere's of Greek Fire Starlight glances from thy hair. Thy slyph-like body stands; a silhouette against the deeper darkness of the trees.
To thee I wouldst fain belong. To thee I dedicate this song. Lady, may our hearts entwine and we together find what lovers have forever sought. deathless love in passion's heart!
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10 Reviews Added on April 26, 2011 Last Updated on April 26, 2011 AuthorPatches I'm not so new anymore.Westwego, LAAboutAmerican by birth Southern by the Grace of God. more..Writing
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