M'Lady

And if I were no more
than the brook that flowed
Neath' the azure of your skies
Would not the warmth of your heaven
Touch the surface of my waters
Be the season spring or summer

And if my lone voice
was lost upon the winds
with the whispering of M'lady's name
Would it not give pause to thee?

What of the grassy meadow
Where the blanket was cast
and the wine of your eyes
Drunk so freely
What has become of us, M'lady?

There be shadow where the tiny nightingale
once sung and such the cold dark heart
To have all that was undone
But I M"lady, I remember
All that was, now so foolishly denied

And I M'lady, still love
with fervent heart
That which you have taken from me
And I am forevermore
be thine

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Danny Derden

Date: 6/18/2025 2:28:00 PM

This poem is a beautiful and poignant expression of lost love and enduring devotion. The imagery of nature – the brook, the wind, the meadow, the nightingale – powerfully conveys a sense of longing and memory. It feels like a heartfelt plea to a cherished, but now distant, love, filled with both sorrow for what's lost and an unwavering commitment.