War Wages Love Sour - Lei
Princely, proud with nobility,
I fear you ride in vanity.
Host not the sword but spare thine heart,
for tomorrow you must depart.
But take heed, know my love's expense,
to sleep one night, lest hundred hence.
Take this token, that holds my soul,
that you might return safe and whole.
Copyright © Charlotte Watkins | Year Posted 2020
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