Storm rolls in like a wild galloping steed
Thunderous beats and bolts fill the dim sky
Her curled locks flow as a horse in the lead
Leaning out she blows him a kiss goodbye.
Into the tempest he rides a bold knight
Lovers’ lament clutching as heavy hearts
For a mêlée with unknown foes his plight
He holds his Dear close as the war starts.
Window holds her silhouette as she waits
Hear Ye! Hear Ye! News of loss is widespread!
Despairing deeply she knows not his fate
Agonizing months pass; she fears he’s dead.
In graceful gown she sleeps in flowing tears
Wakened with a kiss to chase away fears.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem