I dress you in shining armour, my
Scented scarf your red banner. Poised,
Joust in hand, steed at your heals. Ready.
The glint of a smile flashed from eye
To I. Then you charge. I would bottle
That moment for a rainy day. For
You, I would lower my braided hair;
The ladder to my heart. I would prick
My finger on a spinning wheel
And as a dropp of blood wells up,
My last thought would be my first
- Your kiss as I awake.
This is a nice poem.......................no Three bears? ? Love dave xxx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice link to Tarot Piscean nature of suit of cups.