There once was a lady by the name of Ladylove, who was said to be a saint sent from above. But no one knew just who she was; a ghost indeed was she, was she.
Ladylove By: Adam M. Snow
There once was a lady by the name of Ladylove, who was said to be a saint sent from above. But no one knew just who she was; a ghost indeed was she, was she. She approached a swain* one day, one sorrowful day; stealing his heart as she ran away.
She left with a flutter in a moonlit still, her beauty graces her for a splendid time. She haste to a pond of midnight glow, a lad soon followed as he watched her go. She looked in his eyes with sadness there, looking away as she's engulfed in light.
She step a foot in starlit water still, meandering a swan not by will. The boy he haste to grasp her hand, letting his love guide as they shift to swans; he a swan of black and she is white, they soar now into the ever moonlight. The story now told of a love everlasting, of two young swans, on moonlit casting.
Great flow and mixed emotion (kind of a emotional roller coaster, I love it). Really leaves the reader to go where ever their imagination wants to take them. Love the imagery, nice work!
Wow. So beautiful. I can tell this was written from the heart and already it's obvious to me that you have a gift for writing, friend. I'm eager to read more.
a very nice story wven into this poem indeed:) The only thing that seemed slightly off was that the 1st and last stanze rhymed and th second didn't. Other than that small thing, well done:)
God bless
~mickey
"The writer’s mind, can surpass even the most intellectual minds." –Adam M. Snow
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