' Masculine Majesty ... ' Medieval # 2

‘ Masculine Majesty … ’ Medieval Lines # 2 Lo’ and Behold … Thy Masculine Majesty Thy Manliness, Suits Thee, Most Perfectly As Knightly Swain, doth’ this Maid Elate Wherefore Thy Warrior Hands, Commence Passionate Thy Kingly Eyes, Glisten-Graciously, Wise And Smolder My Sight, as Sun doth’ Skies Thy Princely Lips, Whence Wine doth’ Drip Dare I Partake One Sip, ere’ Swoon and Skip? Thy Presence and Essence, art’ Aphrodisiac to My Soul I Beseech Thee, Sup from Mine Alchemy-Bowl Forsooth, by Thine Bow and Arrow and Mine Own, Blood, Bone Marrow … … I Must Have Thee, lest’ I Wail in Sorrow I Forswear The Handsomeness of Any Other Fellow The Look of Thee, Melts Me … Like Candle Tallow Thence … I Shall Seek Thy Love … on The Morrow Lo’ and Behold … Thy Masculine Majesty …