Twain frolicked through the meadows, thou and I.
Beautiful dreams of thee brighten mine very soul.
Oh, ill-fated tragedy thou must not forever cry.
Mine future hath been locked with thee in a foxhole.
I pledged to thee, mine never-ending love.
Thy purity shines whiter than any star.
Forever shall bind twain my sweet dove.
Mine heart remains thine, though thou art far.
The secret of mine love hath burned upon father’s ear.
Despite mine hope his power hath imprisoned thee.
Do not weep, my darling, be thou of good cheer.
Until mine dying day, mine heart remains true to thee.
Love, thus feigned shall rejoice once again.
Mine father, the king thinks only of the monarch.
Thus, he hath fought against love's glen.
But we twain shall embrace amid roses as loves spark.
Beneath his very nose I rally men of strength.
Thy rescue planned upon the fortnight.
My honor to thee I bestow at every length.
For love thus pledged is assuredly right.
Thus, when we twain escape unto Denmark,
I shall make thee mine proper wife.
Abdicating mine throne without remark.
Eternity with thee shall be mine happy life.
© April 11, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: To thee that I love, adorn and trust (Early
Modern English Poetry Contest)
Sponsored by: Michael Smith