To fight ye in battles of death,
Seeketh thy come live to rest,
For her ye life’s promise them bleed,
Oh shall this love of seed.
Painful torture may hold me,
Fiery fires may burn of thee,
But all those pain shall vanish,
With you milady whom will replenish.
Cant compare to whom that shines,
The day of mine the night of rhymes,
Soul that binds thee arrest,
Birds of love that infest.
Priestess of beauty observes by thee,
Come oh darling thy fairytale of sea,
Free of pain and lies that ought,
Smiles you’ll gain problems well fought.
This milady is a promise yet fulfilled,
Even from this moment it is sealed,
Be thou greatness of love and grace,
For the beauty and soul i will always chase.
Poetry and Art Is Life 