Thine Minstrel
Ah sweetest of thee thine minstrel
How thou sing’st away loves notes
Void of care well pleased in thine delights
As the fair season buds sprays
O’ the sweetest of flowers to thine heart
I am thine heart thy cup to thine soul
For what dear gift cannot be declared
A gift not spare to me of thine bounty
Thou dost sing most marvelous well
Well pleased love bade me welcome
It doth warm hands sprung from beautie
O’ be mine still and make thee whole
Lillies speak to me softness and purity
Thee music speaks to thy heart
Thy Creator’s goodness declared
Carolee Dennis-Woosley
August 23, 2012
xo Regis
Ron
Beauty in the renaissance essence, music of the heart.
Lovely in your feather quilled pen languishing marvelous poetry.
Lady Mary Ann
Lily of Lough Neagh, oh so real,
A heart that speaks of one she loves,
The creator's goodness came from above.
Sing thou's song a music to ears,
Upon these verses was brought to tears,
A love moved inside of man,
Thank you for sharing, my dear sweet friend.
Curtsey, to you,
Teresa
Thou creates the most marvellous visions of love and romance
Sigh.............. as so many times, beautiful Carolee
as love transcends through your
poetry....
Lady Vivian
Love ya!
Jane
Mark
Deborah
Gail
budd
Stay well and keep writing
Eddy
I bow and tip my hat to you
Cyrano
Thass whot I'm talkin' about!