Category: Writers Block
Darling I'm writing this letter
And though to fiercest bird it be tethered:
It shall never fly.
I'll write in this script of mine
About a love torn from my design,
Nor shall I lie.
You are indeed the crop of the land,
Bless'd seed from god's gardening hand:
beauty growing upon this earth.
Your majesty I shall never match,
Your love I shall never catch,
Not though I were of princely birth.
Your words capture my wanting soul,
My ears listening undivided and whole:
To the voice of a divine being.
Your weaves capture my wanting hand,
Entrance my eyes to every strand,
Never tiring of the sight it's seeing.
Your fingers dance upon windy notes,
Your breath into smooth music floats:
melody of the sweetest wine.
Your smile glimmers like finest silk,
Your flesh soft as skin of milk:
All beauty which can't be mine.
Your heart as soft as flowing wheat,
Your presence sets mine to furious beat:
Throbbing fiercely for your embrace.
Your will stronger than bands of steel,
Your mind mightier than warship's keel:
Much too good for one of my race.
So secretly I desire thee,
Wishing that you too wanted me:
From now and ever on.
But peasants dance not with queens,
Nobles paint not poverty scenes:
So my chance with you is gone.
Love thee I shall in hiding,
With time thy love I'm biding:
Each moment a blade to my heart.
I watch thee dance with princes fair,
"I wish I were them," I declare:
A wish not all too smart.
Dance ye princess dance,
Oh nobles cherish thy chance:
Thou dwellith with an angel divine.
Dance ye princess dance,
Rant ye nobles rant:
About the love that can't be mine.
nice poem wraith
This writing so beautifully the words doth flow like water, a peasant if you will, rippling in a streambed, going onward, flowing around bends and taking many turns and yet so sad when the peasant who is as though that water that flows so smoothly meets with the prince… then it is as a time when flowing water meets with dry parched and thirsting ground.. But for Natures’s divine crop, the queen-princess, the one with heart as soft as flowing wheat, …can you perhaps come to understand that wheat and water have met and princess has found that for what her roots were in search of… prince with rock hardness of heart “away with you!” *smile