While there be maids so
fair, than my eyes shall ever see...
Whilst love goes unrequited,
tis' is my destiny...
To spring again when spring
hath sprung...
Aft' has been said aft' all
has been done...
Lies no fairer maid than
me...
Through thine own eyes have
seen it shine or' times and lifetimes past...
Till death do take, let no
mistake a simpler love so grand...
As hand spun silk of
maiden's hair, or dark as black of night...
Through boundless circling
spans of time, my heart, my love stays true ...
To those of old and ancient
ways...
I caught a glimmering
once...
It skipped away like sand on
glass as sadly I sat and pined...
So please do not tell me I
am bound here by these circling, whirling spans of time...
As to do it all again my
friend is but a *state* of mind...
So maiden fair, or crone of
old, I feel my light shine through...
As I cast a last of light I
cast some onto you...
Deservingly sad, through
lives gone mad like rapid dogs on high...
Look high and low and thou
shall fine no greater love than mine...
Whilst it be fierce like
eyes that pierce and harsh as winters night...
My thoughts and flights on
Celtic flights soar high above the dew...
When all is said and done,
there is no greater one...
Than love that has went and
poppet unspent on things that can't be true ...
Mistress
Reba
Copyright © m r 2/28/08
on
09/07/07
Edwin
Regis
What gorgeous poetry: has a classic feel to it, to match the stunning portrait. Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.