Sunday, April 22, 2012

The Blades Marks

O the longings that we feel when near each
Other; that we could only with one reach
Clasp the other. O could such a touch teach
Me the ways of your mind! I do beseech
You in the fullness of time, do make known
To me the strength of your soul by the Roan
You do ride; for great steeds have through me flown
To speak of thee, of the cleft in thy chin:
Of the mark He made. Blades so very thin
Did chisel your body and frame and win
Over my affection. From the first I
Did see you I said I should rather die
Than to love another who would give less
Than his every breath to hear love confessed!

                                                 The Blades Marks, (c) Luke Bennette, April 2012

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