So Warmly Laid
O Lady, let us not tarry
Be thou the rose to spread nights’ glee.
Away from jousts, your pearls shalt shine,
Spring’s boughs hath me in love, entwined!
Knight’s offer then, I giveth fine life
Through long winter, the heart a knife;
Sayeth yes before looms the war
Chivalry tests dark rivers far.
O, shouldst thou be fair in season’s rest
Time awaits thee, I am the quest.
In my thoughts, soft lips ne’er waned
So let dusk kiss our moments flamed.
For onwards unto fields, thine arms
Will endure kingdom’s call of drums;
I hear thou sigh, so warmly laid.
O, let us thrill our moon, dear maid!
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Form: romance
: tale of chivalry
Medieval Me Contest of Amy Green
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2012
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