Dane Anne

this enchantment
it cannot be measured
it cannot be weighed
it cannot be told in time
or days
yet here it is as i'll describe
tis in my riding
tis in my play
tis in my working 
each and everyday
my worship has dwindled
my real prayers are sinful
and my god is a genie
who's bottle is covered with sand
my love is the maid
Dane Anne
and thousands of suitors 
have ask for her hand
all dressed like princes
in gem's and furs
lined with red and purple silk
armed with jewel encrusted stilleto's
and gold belts
capes with gold and silver
tapestry all with original designs
of family crest
Noblemen and boys
riding every kind of fanciful horse
smooth, brushed and well feed
but their confidence 
is all but drained 
by shear number of similar suitors
but beauty and prize
will not let them leave
and such as i but in 
much lesser degree 
of nobility
a commoner, a peasant, a spoiler
one who would pluck the flower
before it was meant to be plucked
one who's eyes have been challenged
beyond lust
one who's faith has come to believe
that this fair maid Dane Anne
belongs to me alone
no man has suffered 
as much as i
to be over looked as a suitor
a sore in one's eye
yet no one can care more
or even try
for her hand i give all
and perhaps i'll die
for all my waken moments
find her haunting still
this magic over me
it must be her will
can such beauty cast
such an evil spell
that if thinking for
myself; i cannot tell
or is there a cupid
a godly spell
one that takes my willingness
under his own will
perhaps possessed  by a spirit
who through love
can only live
empowered by my weakness
demanding that all i give
but such this state
i am
and complain, i do not
for such a gift is love
that will never be forgot
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Smith-Johnsen Avatar
January 16, 2010 at 9:28 AM
John iii, Today I am taking the time to enjoy myself reading some of my favorite poems. Your poem, "Dane Ann " is, of course, one of my favorites. I cried the first time I read it. I wanted to let you know that I still love reading it. Friends... I hope Thank you for sharing. Lovingly, Dane Ann
Babcock Avatar
November 10, 2009 at 9:21 PM
A nice tribute to Dane Ann. God Bless Phyl
Fraser Avatar
August 23, 2009 at 3:51 PM
Wonderful write John, a delight to read. Oh my Dane Ann will be over the moon. ps - i changed the last line on Sensuous and Sultry - thank you>>James
Peranteau Avatar
August 21, 2009 at 5:50 PM
What a wonderful cup you have filled Sir,...this tribute moves me to believe, love has no bounds with you. Bravo John for posting these words ! james
Richards Avatar
August 21, 2009 at 7:49 AM
Such loveliness in the special tribute to a wonderful friend of all on the soup.....how beautiful this is! ~ Carrie
Chircop Avatar
August 21, 2009 at 4:31 AM
awesome tribute indeed Dane Ann is special and an inspiration too---charma
Smith-Johnsen Avatar
August 20, 2009 at 4:58 PM
This is so beautiful, John iii. My eyes are full of tears as if a distant weight is being lifted. Your words describe a ...(oops, tears flowing, now.) How did you get past the guard? Thank you for loving words and for chivalry given to this fanciful romantic heart's mind within me. You made me a beautiful gift, the gift of love. Thank you, my dear friend. Lovingly, Dane
Loving Iii Avatar
August 20, 2009 at 4:28 PM
watch. nobodies asking why Dane Anne has all this power over every man in the country. even though i added clues to the story.
Higgins Avatar
August 20, 2009 at 4:02 PM
Awesome love flowing through this piece my friend..I loved the flow and quick pace of the write..wonderful work.
Brown Avatar
August 20, 2009 at 3:25 PM
Bravo John. A beautiful tribute indeed. Love, Carol
Devonshire Avatar
August 20, 2009 at 3:10 PM
Dane Ann has a very loving heart and a very spiritual perspective on life. She will love this magnificent tribute, John. Hope you have let her know it has been posted. She has really come through for me as a friend and is one of the most darling people I have ever encountered. Great poem, John! Love you, Carolyn
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