Thursday, April 20, 2006

Lady Luna




Sweet Lady,
O wise Lady.
Come you down,
Come you
Down to me.
Call him to me
The one who
Forever holds my
Battered heart.

Yea though his
Armour has seen rust,
And time has
Silvered his hair.
Yet still a hero,
In both heart
And fearless deed.
The gentile parfait knight.
He who sees
With tender heart.
And never judges,
But always accepts.

May I know him?
Will he want me?
More questions
Still
Without answers.
Learning to mind not.
Celebrate the love
Regret not what
Cannot be.
Simply love him
And be glad.

3 Comments:

At 1:50 AM, Blogger Fran said...

Glad to have you with us, Gwen

 
At 2:29 PM, Blogger sage said...

a fervent plea of love, wonderful use of metaphor and flow...great write!

sage

 
At 6:45 PM, Blogger Heather Blakey said...

this is a wonderful write Gwen.

 

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