My Hear is Thine

My heart is thine,

I long not for glory,

Nor fame nor victory.

My desire is merely

Thee.

 

The divine flame of love

Doth burn within me.

I do not wither.

I do not wilt.

 

I am the flower of the desert.

This heat doth not frighten,

Nor scar me.

My heart is thine.

 

Thou art my light,

And that doth sustain.

Thou art my dream,

And that doth extend.

 

 

Doth thou think of me?

Doth thou long for me

As I thee?

Or do I merely dream?

 

My heart is thine,

I long not for glory,

Nor fame nor victory.

My desire is merely

Thee.

Author's Note

Another poem in "old english". I think I'm obsessed with that.

Reviews

[Aeternal Oceanfire]

Another amazing poem in Old English!!!

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OH MY GOD! ITS THE OLD ENGLISH! i don't know why when i said that my accent went irish 0.0 who cares this poem was beautiful and stole my heart away awww we long for one's love and wish to have it great poem :D!!!!!!