Lords, First Love Regret

*Image of Plate Amour giphy by Gifcat. Lords, First Love Regret Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; Be rustic, shapeless, and albeit day, Our light had glowed the daylight to shadows, What gleamed in the day was swapped by the night, First love 'tis gone, for 'twas deep like the dark, The standard to be it a dull moment, A regular day bores its holes to hide, Gesture doth proves that just the valiant rides, Open and free with simple disregard, For there be naught a challenge to be had, Be that it may, doth naught valor be proved, A true knight must take to the sword courage, Summon a dare, test and trial surface, The realm before thee deserves fealty, Let the peasants rise towards heights unknown, And fields of victory be granted peace, Yet for love sake serves another domain, A mere posture may reward thee a kiss, So be parallel to a skirmish won, Difficulties might be unbeatable, Firmness and endurance be like any, Prized that what is faced is naught foe but love, Plans are not schemes when 'tis formed by the heart, 'Tis frame her beauty shone, now I stand alone, Regrets revisit, informs displeasure, Now punitive harms me beyond measure, My soul consoles a corner, futile step, As the list reads on, treasure finds regret, I summon what gods are left to heed me, Pray tell, Bacchus, filled chalice, I greet thee. 2020 February 19