Amour Kind Sir
Spying on your words
for the wondering wanderer you are
giving distance from afar
with waves of deep emotion
where it meets earth way to far...
Amour kind sir ...."pour l'~ de Dieu!"
loving care, she was his love affair...
It was during the winter cherry
flights untold, for all to be merry
spirit of prophecy golden haired....
Battlefields of love
die from an army of Eros's archers
that raises the mere hearts of old
in the yonder fields of Vandenberg
where the mighty sword has struck so bold...
Her sweet letters flew across the distant lands
to his blue eyes so new, weary from the struggles
he would read the hands of Angels
Oh, Amour Dear Kind Sir, I am in love with you...
Brooke Dylan 2014
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