Knight Posted October 7, 2003 Report Posted October 7, 2003 On a march down a long winding road, I strode on, wandering from my abode, Moving forth to a well-known place, To find her well-known face. Mile after mile I pressed on, And soon was the morning gone, And after that, the midday passed by, And very soon, the sunlight began to die. But this long walk was quite worth it, For I would see her in a short bit, I'd gaze into her eyes, and be amazed, And stand there, shaken and dazed. Because in those eyes is a beautiful soul, Quite pure, sweet, and ever so whole, And in those eyes is what I need, All of that for which I'd bleed. I'd die for her, I know this to be, But I'd rather live for her, so again I may see, Her beautiful eyes, and that pretty face, And to once again, know her wonderful grace.
Peredhil Posted October 7, 2003 Report Posted October 7, 2003 Sighs wistfully I think I was born a thousand years too late - I have the heart of a Knight-Errant, in the society of cynicism. Welcome back after a long absence to the Pen, Knight. And thank you for rekindling the magic of Romanticism for a moment. -Peredhil TBT
Knight Posted October 7, 2003 Author Report Posted October 7, 2003 Never a problem, my friendly knight. I too was born too late. I missed my calling as a Viking warrior poet...
Salinye Posted October 7, 2003 Report Posted October 7, 2003 Ohhhh The romantic in me sighs and wistfully falls over. ~Salinye
Parmenion Posted October 7, 2003 Report Posted October 7, 2003 Bravo! Damn I liked this! Tales told to me when I was a child came flooding back
Kalypso Posted October 7, 2003 Report Posted October 7, 2003 What a wonderful poem! I love old-age romantacism.
Knight Posted October 10, 2003 Author Report Posted October 10, 2003 Thank you all, for your kind words. I appreciate them...
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