Caricamento in corso...

Prim Rose

O love within my hearts desire,
you tangled neath brush and briar;
to live below a world of  bitter brine,
while my lips drip with lovers wine
 
Now in chambers bed I weep,
for I lie amidst dream’s of sweetest fire;
longing for thy love in nestled night,
on sheets of silk and satin white
 
Where be thy touch O lord,
the smell of thy sweet breath,
or the bristle of thy shadowing awn,
and strength of thy muscular  brawn
 
The battle of life and death,
from steal and iron claim victory
Thy shouts were heard from the heavens
and death with honor you were given
 
I die yearning visage of thee
Shall I bleed  chastity with deaths dagger,
or vow to wither as a prim rose,
placed in a book to forever be closed

(2014)

Writings to a Gallant warrior from his lover (fantasy)

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