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[title] => The Knight and His Princess
[time] => 2011-04-27 22:34:19
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[bodytext] => Often in my waking dreams do I Do I relive that happy hour, When we first come together to taste of passions power. Your beauty stealing over the scene of the summers day as sun did rise; You were there, my Hope, my Joy, a look of love in your Eyes! You stood in waiting as I came, Venus statue in golden light: lost in you as the first we touched, the world slowly fading from sight. Now, I speak of love and you Blush, but keep composed with modest Grace; I'd always and forever choose to set my gaze upon your Face. In all the history of love ours sets a perfect, classic tone, two meet, hearts sing, and wanting wrings, Never stopping till they are one. I have fought the dragons fire Which crazed this bold and blue-eyed Knight, I've journeyed cross the mountain woods and stood guard many sleepless nights. Then sometimes from the savage dark, And often in the working day, And always as I stare into A green and sunny Glade. Where are the saving memories? My Angel, beautiful and bright; Look me in the face to help me to leave this miserable plight! And that you brought me from a Cave; And how my Madness goes away And that your scent can calm my soul - I must be with you every day. I look on you with such delight, and you would blush with love and shame; then, like the murmur of a dream, I hear you softly breathe my name. You half inclose me in your arms, and hold me with your loves embrace; you rest your head upon my neck, then turn to gaze into my face. It is with all your love you kiss, your cuteness is a bashful Art, And might it be, I feel than see The Swelling of your Heart. All Thoughts, all Passions, all Delights, Whatever stirs this mortal Frame, Are all Ministers of Love, And feed that sacred flame. Inspired by William Wordsworth's "Love" [comments] => 7 [counter] => 827 [topic] => 2 [informant] => hacktastic [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 43 [ratings] => 9 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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